Late last week saw us at Mayo for my chest X-ray followed by an appointment with my thoracic surgeon. This chest X-ray, taken every two weeks, shows how much of the cavity, left by the removal of my right lung, has filled with fluid, thus far, being that our bodies, which do not like empty spaces, fill them up as naturally as they are programmed to take care of our physical needs beginning with the day of your body’s arduous trip through the birth canal (and mine). And this miraculous self care will last until our lungs inhale their very last breaths after which your spirit and mine, which had filled our bodies with emotional reactions, will pass quietly into the afterlife of which mere mortals, such as we, know nothing, at all, just as we knew naught of life on earth until we’d ‘passed’ from the womb through the birth canal and found ourselves born, our eyes opening to greet one wondrous surprise following another, each of which appeared between every blink … and now we both know what I think when the subject at hand is the self sufficient nature of your healthy body and mine.
🙋🏻♀️🔆🌻Annie
PS Though our bodies are preprogrammed to function like clockwork, our immune systems are grateful for all the help they can get from the brilliant world of medicine being that viruses, bacteria and what have you are often able to multiply more quickly than our white cells can fight infection. And though the intelligent side of your brain and mine is fully capable of choosing healthy foods with which to nourish oneself, the limbic portion of our brains is always eager to replace fine dining with junk food that replaces the natural flow of nutrients through our vessels.
Ever since cancer decided to make a host of my lung, my respect for the natural workings of my body and for those who choose to study medicine has rocketed, and perhaps, with today’s train of thought in mind, we can more clearly see why my spirit chooses to lift my senses with thankfulness rather than with heavy thoughts, which would drag my body down.
Considering the number of times Chemo has destroyed my blood cells, so that Will found me collapsed on the floor in need of being wheeled to our car before being admitted via the ER into the hospital where transfusions were necessary before my body could function as originally designed, my gratitude for the courageous and generous nature of doctors, nurses, technicians and aides ran as deeply through my heart as did the healthy blood of donors, whom I’ll not have the pleasure of thanking for being instrumental in restoring the good health of my circulatory system, which nourishes every cell that makes my body whole.
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