Two months ago I underwent ten radiation treatments . The radiation blasts were located on my L-1 vertebrae. Which, if you look at the radiations trajectory my stomach and liver were radiated along with then L-1 vertebrae.
I felt tired and nauseous, and I got nothing done except sleep and watch movies. I know it is important to write consistently, but when you have cancer and undergo poisonous treatments you have to let go of the feelings of being un-productive. Watch them fly away. Let your body heal. Step away! It sounds easy, but it is not.
While I lied in bed with my tablet and a new Word document staring me in the eyes. I began to write, but what I quickly noticed, my words were dark . In the sense I needed a person of the cloth to help me rise above the vampires and zombies that were eating my brains.
I decided not to write when I am sick. When my mind is in a fog. I learned that when my body is fighting cancer my words are brutal… overcast with a tint of hatred. I prefer to pen expressions that are sharp, crisp and insightful of the human experience. Not some made up menagerie of bad dreams due to chemical reactions from drugs messing with my brain.
The good news is I am back from the fog, and excited about the future. PEACE