I'm pretty sure I'm feeling better today. I feel so far from myself that it is difficult to evaluate. I have a package of saltine crackers on my lap to help me get through this blog post. Nausea has been a primary enemy, second only to fatigue. Bone-crushing fatigue.
This morning a new, spirit-crushing enemy was revealed: magazine articles about people dying of cancer have infiltrated my home! I was working hard to eat some cereal and decided to flip through an issue of Glamour that someone brought over for me. I wasn't even LOOKING at it and before I knew it there was an article about this guy dying from cancer. It was written by his wife and mother of his 3-year-old son. ! The cancer had moved to his spine and and and ahhhhhh where did those lipstick pages go? I tossed it aside and reached for a local magazine. This magazine is mostly advertisements, so I thought I was safe. Wrong! Lurking behind the glossy automobile ad was a one-page article about the happy memories this girl had of exercising with her dad before he died of colon cancer. !
Needless to say, the OC made a sweep of the house and threw out all magazines.
This was not a good way to start the day, but thanks to the OC I am turning it around. We have a Cuban Jazz Combo station playing on Spotify. I got out my yoga mat and did some stretching. I opened the computer for the first time in several days. I have caught up on reading all of the delightful comments from you all. Now I am tired. Cancer-fighting is exhausting!
ps When I am done with this cancer fight, please remind me to write a different kind of magazine article and submit it to Glamour.