Note: This is not me. Every single beautiful card, every heart-bursting email, every call - your love and prayers hold me when I'm huddling under the covers. This is a short entry to say simply and clumsily that I am very sick. Chemotherapy is a poison and it's sucking the life force out of my immune system before my soul and body decide to raise themselves once again. Sheol. Toxic unknown.
I am not able to answer emails individually right now. I am not always able to pick up the phone or return calls. I will not write every day in this blog - this isn't my "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm" testament to my enduring pluckiness. After 7 days of 24-hour chemo, the side affects are coming. I am told that as bad as I feel now, it's going to get worse.
The love and support I am receiving from you are beyond my doofus-y burbles, which is sometimes all I can cough out. In my 52 years I have never been in a hospital. I thought I needed a new gym or new pair of jogging shoes and some iron supplements. Seemingly out of nowhere it was acute leukemia leaping out of the bushes. Evidently that's what it does. It's hard for me.
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Bob, be a dear and hold our girl gently ...:)
Hi Diane, Sorry your having a time of it. Hospitals can be a real pain. Don't forget the angels are there watching over you through the tough periods. Take the meds if available. This is not a normal day. You are in the hospital! You won't be drunk or a junkie, and there is NO need to SUFFER through the treatments. Hang in there. Rest, Quiet, Peace, & Heal. That's all you have to do. We can all pray and do our lives while you rest and heal! Much Love, Susan
Celeste, "Bob" has been demoted to an IV-pole. I cannot glorify and cutesey-fy this wretched assault on my physical system not the least of which includes being tied up. Bob has stepped down. He's a smarmy IV pole! You are creatively joyous, however....
Remember that annoying slogun so popular in our HS days: "This too shall pass"? Trite, but true. Recall all the best times of your life, adding up the hours and days. Now - the hell of these 27 days is far outnumbered by those hours and days of happiness and joy you've experienced (& with many more to come in the future). So hang in there, knowing that we are all singing to you from afar in your quiet, lonely hours of night. Much Love, Susan
ok, so much for embracing the enemy ... :)
Sending light and love ... CB
Thinking about you, wanting to take the hurt away, knowing I can't, sending light and love ... Celeste
Dearest Diane: Hang in there. We're here with you, following along every step of the way sending love, endurance and strength your way. Francie
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