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Wednesdays are typically the toughest day of the week, but I got some good sleep last night and woke up feeling stronger. Good thing, too, because my day started with battling at the radiology center. Why is it so difficult for some doctors to be compassionate, listen to, and actually help their sick, hurting patients instead of rudely, arrogantly pushing their agenda? It is my body; I know it better than anyone else. Today, in contrast to Friday, I was not blindsided by his narrow-mindedness and calmly stood my ground without raising my voice or my stress level. I got what I needed and let the “wah wah wah” he was saying go in one ear and out the other. I wanted to grab his chubby checks, look him directly in the eyes and say, “I don’t want you to tell me what to do; I just want you to read the result and write what you see. That’s your job; please do it. Then I will take that info and decide what I want to do with my body based on that information.” Why is that so difficult? Oh, he wears a white coat and most American’s treat them like gods. So they start thinking they are god. (I know all doctors are not this way. I have some wonderful ones here and at home. I am really struggling with many of these radiology and oncology doctors though.)

Back at the clinic life was no longer a battle. It was a long day since I got a late start. Got my PICC line cleaned, which is painless now. Yay! I think my skin has scabbed up enough and has got use to it. Had time to get in more lymphatics, colonics, and some counseling. One of my assignments is to do art…with my left hand! Hmmm…not sure how I feel about that. Another assignment was to give my cancer a voice and let it write a letter to me. I was suppose to have a visual to represent the cancer. Check! Already have Cancer Man. That was easy. And then I used my beautiful pink Kalancheo from Jim & Marge to represent me. Yay! It was actually a fun, fascinating assignment. Too personal to share at this time though. ;-) Today’s IV treatment was vitamin C, when it’s the day after chemo, the C wipes me out more, so I am laying low and going to bed early. (Or not; I'm still up.)