Home sweet home
December 3, 2012
t is so good to be home. The sign says in the hospital “going home is healing.” Indeed. No more hallway noises from nurses, doctors, cleaners, food servers, and coughing neighbors.
It started after Thanksgiving when my son had a cold and infected me. I just came off chemo Thanksgiving day and I was pretty weak. My small cough progressed that no OTC cough meds or a much stronger cough medicine with codeine could control it. Saturday night (2:00 am) I asked my wife to go home from her work and bring me to the hospital since I was already having a hard time breathing. From the ER, I was admitted and finally was able to go home Friday, after six-days in the hospital. What a life.
I look at my body and it is bruised from subcutaneous injections and daily blood draw. I have had many chemo but nothing brought me down this bad. After getting out, I wanted to run the next day but was over-ruled by my wife, instead I went to yoga; then I took a walk by the lakefront.
Man, healthy people are so lucky, some don’t even know what they have. They eat what they want, go places untethered from chemo treatments, drink, and even smoke. I wish I can do those things, except smoke, unless they are…. But I can’t turn back time. I just got to play through the cards I was given; play to win. I am happy.
Tomorrow will be my fourth round of chemo. I am hoping for an uneventful treatment.