It feels like I'm on a long voyage, one I really never wanted to take. Sort of like going to your Great Aunt Bitsy, the one who lives about 80 miles off a dirt road. You were forced to go as a child, crammed into a station wagon with your other brothers and sisters and hated it. Remember when you got there, it was a nightmare of bad beds, bad foods, and getting food poisoning all top off of her stinky pink perfume that you smelled everytime she gave you a kiss and hug. That's how my life has been lately only worse.
It's been hard, it's a life of full of hospitals, IV's, throwing up in pink buckets, and loosing ground. I am weaker than a baby and my energy is gone. I now eat jello and toast because my throat hurts so bad. I have been scared, tired, and sick. I have taken to bed have not been able to even walk because I have been so bad. The doctor plays with my medication as he trys to control the vomit.
But there is now some comfort there to hold my hand as my mom and best friend are now staying with me. They bring me joy, laughter, and hands to hold. My mom has already been there to wipe my face with a cold wash towel as I bend over the sink yet again. While my best friend is there helping me stand tall as I take a walk through my garden and point out the flowers that are beginning to start again. They are trying to make me whole again with their love and warmth. What would I do without them, what would you do without them. Love your family, love your friends......and thank them that they are there to give you the love that you need in this time of stinky pink perfume.
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Dear Joan-We are so happy to read a blog from you. It's been too long since we heard from you. Your Mom said that she is making tomato bisque for you-that's great. Just to learn that you are hungary makes us happy. You are always in our thoughts. Love, Thom and Linda
Joan - I am so glad to see you writting again. It is good to know that your Mom and best friend are there with you. I know it is very hard for you to do this, but let them take care of you and your family so you can save your strength to fight the cancer and recover. My prayers are with you.
Cindy
Joan, I am glad to see you are strong enough to post again. I am glad that you have your mom & best friend there to help you out. Keep fighting the good fight, my thoughts are with you.
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