First I’ll start out with nothing too much health wise to report. I went to a regular ‘ol doctor yesterday for a persistant cough. I hadn’t been to a family practice doctor in a year and half. He said, “Wow, I haven’t seen you in a while, you must be pretty healthy.”
Hrmmm…how to answer that. I guess I’m healthy. But then I say, “Well, yeah, except the whole cancer thing.” And he’s like, “oh yeah…well, how is that all going?” And gone are the days of in and out of a doctor’s appointment with a prescription for an antibiotic. I am thankful this doctor took his time to really get to know what’s been going on since I’ve seen him last, but I feel a little guilty taking up so much of his time, and a little disappointment because I always was a little bit proud of my perfect health history pre-cancer. But hopefully I will get to be a boring patient again someday.
Something else I wanted to share was from a blog I follow regularly about a young mom who battled cancer last year. I often have said on my blog how I am thankful for cancer…which is odd to say. Libby, on her blog, often says that too, and she said it again recently in a way that I totally relate to, but can’t always find the words to say. So, I’m going to let her do it:
“i am thankful for cancer. if you read this blog you have heard it before and you will hear it again. i love that i am thankful for something that still makes me cry when i talk about it. that brings me right back to all of it. every last bit of it. i get a lump in my throat the size of an orange and i have hard time keeping it together. that thing. that crazy…i actually had cancer? not a day goes by where i do not say that sentence in my head. the thoughts of i could have died. but i didn’t. i hate so much about cancer but yet remain grateful for how it literally continues to transform everything.