I had my chemo bag packed: iPad- check! Medical file - check! Chemo quilt - check! All I needed to do this morning was pack 5 lunches for my five and get everything in a row before leaving the house at 7 am... And write notes to the 3 big kid's teachers about today's schedule. And get the kids breakfast. And clean up after our bleeping dog. And pack ice to prevent the mouth sores. And get myself some breakfast. And brush my teeth. And... We ran out of time and we left later than we should have. And, no, I didn't eat breakfast. Yes, I brushed my teeth!
Right now, I'm sitting on a hospital bed waiting. I hurried out. I felt terrible about the rush and yet, here I sit waiting after moving through the elbows and the nerves of all the other cancer patients. Waiting for my drugs to arrive. At least I have a nice bed. Alone with my DH. Could've been a romantic date, I guess, if not for... Ya know, the chemo, the stress, the rush, leaving my kids at that early hour, and honestly feeling a little bit sorry for myself. I hate feeling teary-eyed and weepy - and guilty for feeling it because I'm so freaking blessed and lucky to be here on this earth and all that.
I'm not brave and I'm not so cool today guys.... The day is young, who knows?
You are certainly allowed to feel sorry for yourself. Just know that there are a lot of people praying, routing for you and constantly thinking of you. Big hug!
ReplyDeleteErika, I took the "opportunity" of your cancer to go back to dovening Mincha (bli neder) again. Hang in there.
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That's just mindboggling. I think I'd be sobbing and screaming if that was me. I hope you're resting comfortably now.
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