Who said this—
“There are two ways to live your life: One is as though nothing is a miracle and the other is as though everything is a miracle.”
Though I certainly do not agree with how callously Al treated his family, his scientific genius was certainly as miraculous as I believe, with certainty, that my recovery from serious illness will prove to be. As to the Doubting Thomas out there who caught wind of yesterday’s need of a platelet transfusion, ASAP, to ward off another spontaneous bleed, you’re facing in the wrong direction, because yesterday is history, so please follow my lead by spinning the attitude inside your head toward positive focus, today, for sound reason—seriously, with a whale of patience intact —just you wait and see how the trifecta created by the spirit of hope combining with the magic of a positively focused mind can connect with a series of seriously well trained, deeply dedicated oncologists and surgeons, all of whom continue to take such a personal interest in my welfare that, of course, my attitude continues to partner up with theirs in hopes of my enjoying many more healthy simchas with all of you! To Life! L’chaim!🙋🏻♀️🔆🎈
PS Here’s why reality fully agrees with me—on Monday night’s run to the ER (well, truthfully, I wasn’t running or standing or even sitting) my platelets had dropped to 10,000 (down from normal, which is 220,000). Once the ER doc (a personable guy) hydrated me via iv, my blood pressure eased its way up from 70/45 to something resembling functional, and since I wasn’t bleeding yet (as had happened twice, last year), he couldn’t admit me. So with this currently being hospital procedure, home we drove where to bed I went and stayed, thoroughly spent, until bright and early Wednesday morning, when we trotted right back to Mayo for a retake of my blood tests, which showed my platelets at 6000. No bleeding sighted, so home we went to await a call assigning a time scheduled for my infusion of platelets that same afternoon. So why am I relating this whole Megillah to all of you? A self disciplined, self soothing approach to combatting chemo AND cancer during pandemic is guaranteed to save wear and tear on your nervous system and mine and that of all of my loved ones, as well. And that’s why I’m buying into whatever it takes to spare my sanity from taking a hike during this high risk time when my wits have need to remain in good shape rather than feeling half baked.
Today is Thursday. Our collapsible wheel chair, which Will and David lifted me into on Monday night is parked. Last night, I could walk with my walker. Today, Will, who watched me a-walkin’ said—Annie, where’s your walker? Then his smile answered mine when I replied—Oh! Good news! I forgot about it! So now you get my drift, right? I went from lying on the floor, head all aswirl, Monday, to having recouped the mental energy necessary to pen this week’s true tale by Thursday. Not dancing, yet by any means, except for my dance with positive focus in which a gentle hora holds hands with the circle of life, familial love and blessings galore inside my head—and as David is picking up Ravi at three—hopefully, I’ll have showered by the time our sweet child arrives, picks up her doctor’s kit and a magic wand or two—one for each of us—before marching straight into my bedroom to give me a shot, I kid you not—meant to help her Gramma Annie feel better. And, guess what happens, next? A sense of magic dancing through the air perks me up, tout suite! I mean, even Ravi, at six years of age, knows that once welcomed into Gramma and Papa’s house, conflicts, sure to arise in any family, are resolved with kind voices, all around. And now, having had my say for today, it’s naptime—only sweet dreams allowed—as if the conscious portion of my wearied mind has any clue as to how to control whatever is released by my subconscious—Ha!
Here’s hoping you enjoy a hopeful kind of day (my therapist—who’ve I’ve not seen since cancer and pandemic declared us housebound—diagnosed me as addicted to hope, and thank goodness her astute diagnosis proved a winner by a nose! 🙋🏻♀️🔆🎈Annie
Blood test scheduled for tomorrow, morning. . In a nutshell, today’s post summarizes the last week of my deeply blessed life—please do not mistake two widely diverse feelings for sarcasm.
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