A Really Good Day
Today was a really good day.
It seems the weekend after chemo I am going to be in some pain. It ususally eases off in a couple of days. It was so bad this weekend that by Saturday afternoon I was on the phone with the nurse telling her we were either going to have to come up with something to get me through the weekend with the pain killers I had or she could call me in something stronger and I didn’t really care which option she chose.
She pointed out the last time I had pain like this was after chemo. Her theory is the cancer is being choked off which is causing the pain. I really like that theory! Anyway, after getting through the weekend with very little sleep, I managed to go to work on Monday. I got the stuff that needed to be done finished and told my boss that I was going home and why. Thank God, I have a great boss. She told me to go home and not to worry about my work. (She was very happy to hear it was done, but it’s still nice to know the boss cares about the people and not just the work.)
Monday night I spent most of the night on the couch in discomfort, but not what I had gone through over the weekend. When I took the second pain killer before bed (and on time, not early like I had to do over the weekend) I got pain free finally.
Yesterday I was determined that I wasn’t going to let my disease take over my life and basically dictate when and what I was going to do. (Yeah, I know, it’s still going to do that to a certain extent, but I was determined it wasn’t going to be like the weekend.) I stayed at work the whole day, even though the last hour was kinda rough. When I got home it was couch and pain pill time. And when I woke up and went to bed I took another pain killer.
When it was time to take a third pain pill around 2 AM this morning, I didn’t need it. When I woke up for work I was in pain, but it wasn’t like the previous few days have been. I knew a smaller pain killer would work and it has. The last pain pill I took was 11 this morning. I am still pain free.
Now all of that story to say this: I am amazed sometimes how badly I want to be healthy and the things I will endure to get healthy. I keep saying I am going to beat this, but if I am brutally honest with you there are times that I have my doubts. Stage 4 cancer is a pretty scarey monster to have to fight. I think that’s one of the reasons why your good thoughts and prayers have meant so much to me.
Once again, Thank you.
You got it, my friend…always! Your determination is an inspiration to me, and I know that’s what is going to make the difference in your fight. You WILL win! :hug: