Something about being an “invalid” tends to encourage laziness – or at least that’s what I’m fighting right now. I’ve books to read; papers to sort; and letters to write,and yet I take to my bed or just vegetate with computer games or a silly TV program. I need to get up and get going. True confessions; pray for an attitude adjustment for me.
There is good news. I passed my blood test Wednesday so I’m already for my Dr.’s return on Monday and my fourth chemo on Tuesday. I’ve decided this time I’m dressing St. Fiacre and his monks (they’re the ones I’ve visualized growing my white cells in the bone marrow) in those special suits they dress people in who are dealing with hazardous wastes. That way they’ll be protected from the chemo and can do a better job of protecting the white blood cells. Any other suggestions? I’ll do anything to avoid those shots they give me.
My vitamin therapy buddy, Merlene, is off to Hawaii for a week with her two sisters and her son Eric and his family. I’ll miss her when we go for vitamin therapy, but I’m glad she’s getting a nice trip.
With the stock market finally inching up, I’m thinking more and more about planning a trip to Scotland next year when I finish with my cancer treatment. My grandfather Robertson was born just outside of Aberdeen. The books I’ve read about Celtic spirituality has really whet my appetite. Iona is on my list of places to see. Anyway, it’s fun to dream and plan ahead.
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