Every flower that blooms has to go through a whole lot of Dirt.
I decided that I would attempt a taper on my, not so nice to me, DEX. I’m quite sure I have mentioned how much I dislike this drug. All the false energy dashing through my body; leaving a streak of grumpy achy cells as it passes by. A day after I said goodbye to my filthy steroids, SW was taking my body back to my care center. Yup, my left ankle became Super-Sized. Hum. Is this a good thing? A bad thing? Or just a thing?
Walking away from the Diagnostic Imaging check-in desk to plop down next to SW, I abruptly stop in my tracks, make a U-turn to see if the receptionist has a light green bodily fluids bag. Eventually a bag was found and to my surprise, I filled the bag quick-like as I attempt to find my way towards the bathrooms. Oh no!
Hobbling around from Point A to Point B on my still swollen left ankle I found a spot to trash my filled up green bag. Clearly, my new and improved oral blood thinner is not pulling its weight and the ultrasound imaging agrees.
My mostly competent brain is now filled with stress. Do I need a new blood thinner? Yes. Do I need new steroids? I think so.
Hours later I am at home sorting my weekly medications. Wait, what is this, and this one too? Oh no, are they all funky. I want 90-day medications that I can mail order. And this one, where is this store? Oh my…
Kim, I do not know what to say that would make you feel better, I wish you did not have to suffer so, I am so happy you have SW to be by your side, please know that I think of you so often and pray that you feel better soon, are you craving something that I could send you? I would love to do it. Maybe something sweet or salty? Lots of love Aunt Marcia
Your testimony to these troubles reminds me of the magnificent Val Garrison and the blog and gatherings she dubbed Salon of the Scathed… knowing we are all scathed by the times we live in, but those scathed by cancer and the pharmaceutical armaments mustered in the face of cancer, are a particular flavor. You continue to amaze me, dear Kim, that the flavor for you seems not to be bitter, as wearisome and fearsome as it is. With thanks for YOU and your voice on this blog, telling it like it is. Here’s to a sweet sunny afternoon in your garden.
Hello Holly- your words are always a treat to read. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. xoxo Kim
Kim, I am so sorry you are going through all of this. But, remember that you have endured much worse in the past, and you have survived it all and have recovered from it all. I have faith that you will do it again and feel much better, soon!
Such kind words Paula. I too wish you well! xoxo Kim