Sometimes this cancer diagnosis and situation I find myself in today reminds me of growing up. Actually more like growing down? I don't know about you, but when I was young I wanted new and exciting experiences but nothing too scary; I was pretty particular about how my food was arranged on my plate (the corn better not touch the carrotts) and I sought animals - mainly stuffed ones -- as my solice being an only child.
Well, today, with this diagnosis of signet ring cell adenocarcinoma, I am having a new experience, for sure, and I do love the newness of learning about it, but could have done without the pain and fear. I am less particular about food but still want neatness around me. Too much "stuff" makes me nervous. And on the animal front, we have our wonderful dogs, Reese and Allie, who are not stuffed (!) and whom I love dearly. Newness, neatness and love. . .three firmly embedded ideas.
I have not read the book about people learning everything by kindergarten but I think there might be some truth in that.
Another thing we learned back then (in Catholic School) was to "offer it up. . . " I remember hearing that a lot growing up. Well, I have offered up a lot in my life--it might be time to cash in all those points. I want credit now for those things that built character and molded me into a long-suffering soul. Who shall I call to get those rewards?
Someone asked me to indicate my pain level here, so it is about a two now. . mainly from the tape. The nurses are coming today to change it but it is really inflamming my stomach.
We talked to the insurance company (BC/BS of NC)and all the medical supplies for the ostemy bag and the wound care will be covered maybe even at 100%!!That is a good example of collecting those rewards. . after paying into the system for 8 years, we will get some relief. Yea!
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