This is picture of the tin man that welcomed us to our son’s school play on Saturday night.
I thought it reflected very well how I feel after the fifth of six sessions of Chemotherapy.
Parts out of place.
While I probably should have just taken the weekend totally off, even staid in bed, I refuse to let my life stop especially if the eventual permanent stopping has in anyway be accelerated by this.
During a previous time when I was taken out of the flow of life by a catastrophic event information I had gleaned from a book by Dr. Jonathon Miller, A Body in Question helped me substantially recover.
In the book, Dr. Miller mentions how a person when placed in the medical environment becomes a patient. As a patient they assume they are sick and therefore succumb to what they believe are the inevitable results.
I took that advice to heart and determined through dress and manner to be a guest of the hospital, not a patient. Using the same perspective, I am determined to be guest of this cancer and not its supporter.
To get to the grit of what is happening today, the effects are worse, more pronounced and extremely annoying. Now it’s time to get on with living as best I can with what I have.
|The Body in Question|