Last day in the chair for a while…..I have a rotten weekend ahead of me, but the end of this first stage is in sight. And that’s something to look forward to.
I’m not being a very good cancer patient this time around. The word on the street is that I have a great attitude, that I’m dealing with everything with grace, that I’m heroic, even. But the truth is that I spend a fair amount of time feeling sorry for myself, being pissed, and being scared. And then I worry that Oprah was right and The Secret is true and I’ll never be cured until I visualize myself being cured.
Well, maybe not so much.
So I’m just going to sit here and visualize the fantastic bath I’m going to take after I get my PICC line pulled today. The housecleaners came today so the tub is not littered with bath toys, and the bath crayon art has been scrubbed clean. I have a stash of Lush birthday-gift bath goodies, and best of all, there will be no saran wrap involved. For the past 4 weeks, I’ve had to wrap my upper arm in saran wrap for every shower, creating a nasty, humid mess.
So there’s that glimmer of positive attitude!