Health care workers + Remember that your body is struggling

 Day 73


It s Kryopolis Wednesday.  One nurse resigned from the cancer center last week; too much work, too little thanks and too high a risk of catching something.  One of the ladies in the blood draw left, too.  The poor guy that replaced her forget to log my blood test results so I waited an extra 40 minutes for my doctor.  I didn't care. It was his first day. 

I sat in my recliner and tried to brainstorm what to write about. It was such a busy day that I'm taking a shot at this now, at 10:30 pm.   Could have written about the 'cream;' the people that always rise to the top because they are amazing. The rockstars that have gone above and beyond to make me feel loved and supported with huge generosity. The angels who send me soup and rolls and chicken dinners and heart shaped brownies.  I love all of you. 

CHILLS.  Too much exertion.  I went with my husband and son to get some winter clothes out of our storage unit in Stamford, Ct.   Humbling mistake. I started feeling very sick to my stomach and overwhelmed with chills.  

Cancer cells are fighting a war inside your body as are the drugs that are trying to kill the cancer.  Your immune system pays the collateral damage.  Don't be a hero.  Let your friends bring you dinner.  Schedule tea parties with your friend who lives far away. Make life as calm as possible.  Listen to soft music.  Go to bed early.  

When I get unexpected blood test results, I look back at the names and gestures of love all around me.  If you are one of those people, thank you.  If you are recently diagnosed, keep at least one close person in your daily life.  

Hope these chills leave soon. 

Be well. 

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