DANCING OVER THE RAINBOW

Presently, Will and I are in the cubicle assigned to me within this prestigious Clinic’s infusion center, awaiting chemo to drip through my port into my body after a medication that protects my heart has been absorbed.  Though the infusion of chemo, itself, will be easy, it’s the absorption that makes me queasy, and if history repeats itself then fatigue will be my most debilitating side effect following today’s protocol until week 2 when physical misery 🤨 is expected to challenge my natural level of patience to heighten while I make my way through each next day with as much grace as is humanly possible when my red and white blood cells and platelets plummet in number, offering me sound reason to hibernate from social interaction in hopes of avoiding viral and bacterial infections (most especially during flu season) which would prove too combative for my depressed immune system to calm into a state of submission.  And in order to buoy my spirit until days of chemo induced misery during round three fade into the past, I’ll remind myself of need to muscle up my mindful connection to courage in order to undergo the highly complex, dual cardiac/thoracic surgical procedure in Houston, which awaits my body’s stabilized readiness to take my most courageous leap of faith to date by focusing my sights upon landing at the end of the rainbow where recovery of my natural lust for life will enrich my soul with joy far more than could any pot of gold ... 💃🏻 cha cha cha!