I just started Chemo Cycle 3. I was having a conversation with my body before it started. Thank you body. Thank you cells. You know how to work with the chemo drugs and use them to create and shift. I trust your decisions and your knowledge. I love you. I appreciate you.
Later. There is a LOT of waiting. I arrive at the oncology center, and eventually get blood tests, which then go to the lab, then the lab has to approve that I CAN do chemotherapy drugs that day, that I am not too sick, that my counts are adequate (I am never sick and my counts are beautiful). An order for the correct dosages and medications goes to the pharmacy. The pharmacy makes the IV packs. And, well, it can be an hour and a half before they hook me up, then the process is two and half hours of in chair IV drip, and then an additional 46 hours of at home IV. It can seem ludicrous. But it is just an area for acceptance.
Back to talking to stuff: Hello chemo drugs. Thank you for coming to help me. Thank you for cooperating and working as a team with my body. Thank you for your help.
This morning, I thought about my spleen. Hello spleen, I don’t think we’ve ever had a conversation. I really appreciate all of the white cells that you work so hard to create. Thanks for being there for me.
Is it crazier to have these conversations, or crazier to admit that I have these conversations to you, who just might find them over the edge?
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