Hopefully, today will be restful at my end.
Yesterday, Will and I saw Dr. Seetharam, my oncologist at Mayo, who deciphered last week’s PET scan and MRI results as being very positive. As far as he’s concerned, there’s no need for additional chemotherapy.
I’ll actually be surprised if my Houston oncologist, Dr. Ravi, concurs, as he has made reference, more than once, to microscopic cells that tests may not expose ... As both discs have been sent to him, now we play wait and see what he has in mind after examining post-surgical results for himself.
I have two life long friends who wear themselves out, daily. One has become a workaholic and the other joins groups and volunteers, non stop. I believe both—really good people—are running away from free time in which their thought processors may seek out inner truths that their defense systems work over time to deny.
Both exhaust themselves, daily, and one cannot sleep more than three or four hours per night, regardless of which sleep aids are taken.
As for me, knowing their histories, I can encourage change for the better in the workaholic, but that’s not true for the one who cannot sleep, and thank goodness I can tell whose mindset may benefit from hearing my opinion and whose sense of personal safety might unravel on the spot to the point of destroying our friendship if my perception of her inability to rest her mind differs from her own.
My friend, the workaholic, is a social worker, who continues to permit me to be the voice of reason, from time to time, by suggesting that I hope to hear that she’s beginning to reduce her work hours so as to offer her mind time to relax most especially since these next few months are bound to create even more tension in her clients, which is likely to be absorbed by her caring heart since her fears (and mine) mirror theirs during this trying time of an unmasked trump, the election, Covid and online schooling.
Both of my friends and I have reached the age where taking care of our families and ourselves is of primary concern, and so, the decision to conserve energy makes sense during these years in which you and your partner are still enjoying good health, suggesting both of you to be amongst those who are so fortunate as to extend your ‘golden years’ into your eighties and beyond.
Bottom line, I believe that the conservation of energy, at our age, is worthy of treating with respect.
My friend knows that if she’d like me to put my soapbox away, all she needs do is to say the word. Though my mind is focused on planting seeds in hopes of encouraging change for the better, I’m not looking to hassle anyone before readiness speaks to each of us from deep within.🙋🏻♀️Annie
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