VERSED II

I awaken, every morning, feeling vulnerable as reality hits me anew.

I wish I could awaken to a shot of Versed injecting me with a sense of mental amnesia as is true before a patient, readied for surgery, is wheeled into the operating room.  As soon as Versed is absorbed into my bloodstream, I’m out like a light with no clue as to how I was transferred from the pre-op bed onto the surgical table.

Each time the anesthesiologist has administered Versed into my IV, the next thing I know is I’ve awakened in the recovery room, suggesting the surgical procedure is in the past and the healing can begin.

This morning, a technician, who was expected, rang our doorbell, and as we sat down, together, she proceeded to unpack her duffle on wheels in readiness to start an IV so as to collect the blood necessary to do a Nedera DNA tumor marker test to determine if there are micro cells of cancer in my blood.  Test results will hold us in suspense as they are to be received in three to four weeks, around the time of my next chest CT.

Yesterday, we met with my surgeon

Today offered up this blood test

This afternoon, I meet with Gary via Zoom, who, hopefully will guide me toward maintaining my sense of balance without the benefits of Versed …

You see, the truth of the matter is that this is now a matter of mind over matter and as such, it’s my job to ensure that my strength of spirit lasts one second longer than my body’s last breath, and knowing myself to be an over achiever, I expect to be fully successful at this self-assigned task.

Jeri, the nurse who drew my blood has come and gone.

Steven called asking if Ravi could come to play (after my appointment with Gary) followed by we four enjoying dinner, together..

As my mind considers my good fortune, my heart fills with gratitude concerning my son’s loving awareness of the fact that Ravi’s sweet presence will pleasure my spirit’s smile to re-energize as naturally as a tickle entices a giggle.

As for Versed, Ravi and I will continue to make memories too precious for this Gramma and her precious grandchild to forget …

Life is good.

🙋🏻‍♀️Annie