Good morning,
As last week was rough, I’m thinking of yesterday’s chemo as being so hard at work pummeling the tumor as to forget about biting into me!😊
Though feeling minimally unwell, so far, this had been a ‘no worse’ day.
As I’m always eager to create diversion to distract my mind from dwelling on trying times, dragging on and on, and being that protests continue based in the fact that the powers to be refuse to face reality so as to get their act together, ASAP (don’t even get me started about C-19 spreading around town like wild fire, UMASKED), my spirit lifted another notch once two neighbors, book club friends, inspired me to embrace an iconic character of super strength, this afternoon, when I return to Mayo for the shot that stimulates my bone marrow to produce healthy blood cells necessary to jumpstart my energy (and more importantly—keep me alive by elevating my platelets, hemoglobin and red and white cells so I don’t bleed out or invite infection to smite me down). As this shot is administered muscularly into my arm, my port does not need to be accessed, suggesting that button down blouses are not required to expose my port to accept all kinds of tubes, which remain attached and fiddled with during each infusion as bags of medication are added and removed, so guess what I’ll be wearing when, masked and ungloved, Irwin wheels me into the clinic, this afternoon? (Mayo now requires ungloved hands, believing gloves, worn for hours in the hospital, pick up and accumulate germs, which would not be the case if hands were washed frequently with sanitizer, wall dispensers in plain sight, readily available about four feet apart. No touching needed. Upturned palm placed under dispenser activates delivery of foaming sanitizer directly into hand.)
PS
Yesterday, I was glad to hear the PA, suggest my taking Adivan to calm restless miseries if they manage to break through my positive attitude holding hands with my host of inner strengths, all resolute to hold side effects at bay as if a game of Red Rover was at hand. And though that bottle of pills has been placed next to my bathroom sink (in keeping with my trait of just-in-case readiness), I’m planning to enjoy a no worse week. Stay well, dear friends!
🙋🏻♀️❤️🌈🌻💪🏼
PSS
Drats! Just received a text from our son, Steven, telling us that, today, he learned that upon going to his office to pick up his mail, a couple of days ago, he was exposed to C-19. Oy! It was inevitable, with the virus is running wild through our streets, that one of us would be exposed. Thank goodness, Steven (having asthma) quarantines seriously while taking precautionary measures whenever he goes out to mask up, glove up, wear his glasses and keep hand sanitizer handy in his pocket. Tomorrow, he’ll be tested, and though this is time for Steven to grab a cape and be man of steel—reality suggests that all who love this dynamic man is hoping for the best while we have no choice other than to wait and see ... not easy, believe me ...
Annie❤️🌈🌻💪🏼
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