Cancer is serious business but not everything about it is life threatening. Here’s some of the lint that’s collected on my filter the past few weeks:
- I’ve lost my taste for coffee, a habit I’ve cultivated my entire adult life. And I just got a french press for my birthday.
- I’m no longer interested in the occasional glass of wine, which is fine because alcohol is verboten during chemo.
- I have a yucky taste in my mouth and a queasiness in my stomach most of the time. Not quite nausea but not quite normal.
- The port in my chest sticks out like an acorn. My grandkids bump it when I pick them up and the shoulder belt in the car catches on it.
- My sleep pattern is messed up and my energy level is worn down. It’s like someone let the air out of my tires and I’m running on the rims.
- I’ve given up shaking hands for now. As I walked into church today I thought of how we station greeters to collect germs from everyone entering and to spread the little buggers throughout the community.
- We’re buying more organic food but still peeling everything because skins have higher levels of crud. Ever tried peeling an apricot?
- We completed a Dave Ramsey course this spring and got our budget balanced, but now the medical category refuses to stay in line. He’s looting and pillaging his neighbors. I take solace from the words of the economist, Sinbad. “It’s only money; they print more of it everyday.”
Compared to what others have gone through with cancer and chemo, I have been extremely fortunate so far. Life goes on and I can certainly live with a little dust on the windshield.