As a child, I was the youngest of the pack of kids surrounding me. I was also fearless. The combination led to a lot of dares that resulted in several large and nasty scars. Most every dare ended in disaster, yet I never learned to back down from a challenge.
I’m beginning to feel like that kid again. Doctors keep promising pain relief, and I keep thinking the new medicine will work. But everything we’re trying falls short. It’s maddening. I can’t get comfortable in any position, and I’m getting very little sleep.
I had an MRI on Monday (1 1/2 hours in the machine with every muscle in my back and down my arm throbbing). After seeing the MRI, the doctor said that it would be prudent to do my radiation in a course of 10 rounds instead of just one. That wouldn’t be much of a problem except it knocks out a family beach vacation we’ve been looking forward to for months. I know my health has to come first, so I’m accepting the ruined plans but hoping we can schedule something later on this fall.
Today I had the first of 10 radiation treatments. Other than pain from lying on my back in the machine, all went well. We’re hoping the radiation will do its job and shrink the tumors, which is the best way to take care of this pain.
As I write this, Sugar keeps closing the laptop with her nose because she wants my attention. Perhaps that’s a good reminder to all of us to spend less time on technology and more time with our friends and loved ones – furry friends included.
Trusting that this too shall pass,