Rumors are whispered in the halls of the hospital today I will be released? I have been here for one week
It has been interesting. It is up to each person to make their stay bad or enjoyable, and is dependent on that individuals attitude. My body longs for my bed and my husband lying next to me.
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We made the decision for me to stay in the hospital as long as it takes to get the job done. It is safer to stay in the hospital than to run back and forth to doctors appointments when I am a fall risk. I would like to thank the doctors and staff of Princess Anne Sentara hospital for their professional attitude towards me. I have met and spent time with phenomenal nurses, secretaries, food service professionals, cleaners, transporters, doctors, especially mine, physical therapist etc. This hospital does everything to diagnose and serve their patients. Thank you, Peace
It has been five days in the Princess Ann Sentara Hospital. The kind staff have poked and tested me, and today I got the diagnosis.
I have Cancer. My cancer is located in my cervical and lumbar vertebrae. Tomorrow I will have a lumbar puncture with a Methatrexate inserted into the spine. It is a drug that has many uses. For me, Methatrexate is used as a chemo drug for the type of small cell cancer cells attacking my cells.
I have been fighting this disease since 2016. I am not surprised just dissapointed. The procedures I will have makes me sick but keeps me alive. That is all I want. To be here to experience love I have for the experiences I have yet to come. This new diagnostics is not a death sentance just a full time job.
#1: Real or Fake? I have written a political manifesto. It came on me slowly. What is real or fake news? I feel helpless, and no matter what I do I am not being able to control anything? I am having a crisis of conscience. I have had to seclude myself from the news. So that I can clean my thoughts of fear, and anger that is bigger the me.
#2: My Oncologist is doing a great job keeping me alive. I have two weeks per month where I feel strong. I have not felt this way in many years. Then the symptoms have returned, cancer or side effects? What happens to me; my lumbr vertebrae two goes numb with a feeling of pins and needles down to my knees. Emergency, I look for a landing pad becase after the nerve pain down my lower limbs My lower legs turn into rubber, and I crash. Holy Cow!
#:3 Change: No one likes change. Change is inevitable, to keep my sanity I will turn off the news, and pray everyone gets along. Also, I will prepare a bag in case I have to go to the hospital, pull my self togeather and stop blubbering about other people problems. Than I will pull all my energy and maefest it in my my novel “The Cat’s Lair.”
I feel like life is taking me on a rollercoaster ride. I will smile and enjoy the journey.
Fighting cancer means a never ending series of tests. This week’s job is to endure brain testing. Saturday morning I had a brain MRI. Which is not painful, but I had contrast shot into my arm that had unpleasant side effects. The next test. Yesterday I had a lumbar puncture. Than tomorrow I am fortunate to have Chemo, and the results of the tests. It is a busy week. I am fortunate I did not contract. Small cell lung cancer a few years ago. It would have been a quick death sentence
I want to thank big Pharma for making the drugs to keep me alive and my doctor and his staff, the excellent Lumbar puncture Dr. She is amazing, and has a nurse that took care of me. She has a thick southern accent and made me laugh. I know I sound over the moon, but with all the sadness of the last few weeks with a man who was unjustly killed. My problems seem small in comparison. God bless America!
It happens when your terminal illness leaves you home alone , and unable to drive. Your thoughts become almost like a friend except they do not talk back. Lost in reflection? Is it good or bad? Percentage wise, I reflect on what should I do? Nothing major. How can I take my Grandson Hudson to the Zoo, Beach, and Children museum. I try to leave negative thoughts out of the conversation. I know, on a dreary Friday and I start writing, that it’s a good day. I thank God and the universe for all that is good! PEACE
It has been a long time since my last post. I have been fighting battles, which has left me spent and unable to express myself. The last two weeks especially. I have been receiving radiation treatments and last Wednesday a bone biopsy. I hope to be back in full swing soon. Peace!
I have endured tragedy and bouts of medical testing…radiation…daily chemotherapy. My writers voice and one finger typing, in hibernation. All my energy going in different directions. Now, I once again feel like myself, thank you Jesus, I write.
I ask myself “What do I want? What if? What next? What the f###?” depending on the day. Than I wonder “What now?”
These wigs hold special meaning. They were given to me by Wanda Parsons. Wanda is a special person. She is a breast cancer survivor, and truly lives life to the fullest.
WISH I WERE IN PARIS
ICE CREAM OR PIE?
TIME WILL TELL
MARSHALS OR TJMAXX?