A Little Turtle
A friend of mine was recently diagnosed
with cancer and after hearing the news she claimed to feel like a little turtle. Oh how I understand! When the thread of hope you're hanging onto is threatened, your mind finds a quiet place to hide in order to obliterate what you're hearing. We have a way of
protecting ourselves from processing the unimaginable.
When you have an aggressive
disease with a poor prognosis, you hesitate to make plans that are 'down the road'. You're conscious of the fact that you probably won't be
around to fulfill them. But it’s
December and Christmas is only a few short weeks away and I am thinking PLEASE let me enjoy this Christmas! I
don’t want to be sick like I was for the past two years at this time! I don’t want to be in the hospital, immobile,
or being cared for. I just want to feel
normal and somewhat healthy for a few days.
Please don’t let that be too much to ask for!
I was given the news that I am now on my 4th line of
treatment and there is not much more to pull out of the Oncologist’s goodie
bag…..numbing news. There might be a chance to
participate in a trial test, but it’s a drug that’s already been approved in the U.S.
and although ‘helpful’ for some, it’s not a miracle drug either. And what I need is a miracle…..one of
Biblical proportions.
It seems the eternal optimist is not so
optimistic anymore.
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