Thank goodness there are no more toxins running through me. But the doctors say that now is when the tricky part starts. The chemo has wiped out anything resembling an immune system that I had so all that old friendly bacteria that had been laying around helping me out the past forty plus years could at anytime rebel and try its hand at a coup. I’m not sure what I can do to help myself besides not introducing new germs and bacteria into my system. So I sit here, an arm’s length away from the nurses call button, ready to report any sign of mutiny.
In the same vein as the past two days, there is another topic that pops up. Something I’ve heard a lot recently is that it is allowed to complain. I know that it is, I’m actually pretty good at it. But so far, on this adventure, I haven’t really had any reason to complain yet. Actually, up to this point I have been able to maintain an attitude of gratefulness. So many things have gone right and quickly and been better than I had anticipated. That’s not to say its been a walk in the park, but nothing to complain about. Also, I feel if I start complaining already, I’ll be like the kids on a long road trip who start asking if we are there yet and saying they are bored before we’re even out of town. I suspect that at some point I will get frustrated and cry out and ready to complain and lament. And when I do it’s going to be good to know that my God has a sympathetic ear for me and lap to curl up in and be miserable.
On the bright side
May snuck me in two cheeseburgers last night. Not that that they are not allowed but it somehow makes my otherwise dreary existence a little more exciting if I think she smuggled them in for me.