Lessons Learned
“I know a couple of positions that will let me sleep, at least for a while. I know my house in the dark ... I know that it's not very easy to carry a glass of milk or whatever while you're using the walker.”
Every now and then I try to stop and take stock of what I have learned from wrestling with the Beast. Now that I use a walker, I have to be careful around rugs and mats, avoid them if I can. I try to find the highest chair in the room -- the higher the chair the easier it is to get in or out of it. I've learned where the uneven tiles are in our house, and how to drive the walker over them. I know how far I can bend before the pain tells me I've gone too far.
The radiologists and technicians and I have my treatments down to a ballet that runs pretty smoothly. I am pretty good at knowing where on the table I need to be so that my head ends up in the right place. I know the sound the machine makes when it's done so I can move my legs and find a little comfort.
Some of what I've learned is less specific to cancer, but belongs to everyone who is wrestling with chronic pain. I'm sure there are millions of us who don't sleep through the night. I know now that some form of Law and Order is running somewhere each and every hour. I also know that no matter how many times I've seen it, I will usually stop and watch. I know that Gladiator, Braveheart and Dirty Dancing will be on every night, and that Ghost is trying to get on that list too.
I know a couple of positions that will let me sleep, at least for a while. I know my house in the dark. How to get around, with the walker, without turning on the lights. I know that it's not very easy to carry a glass of milk or whatever while you're using the walker. I know that I will fall asleep shortly before I need to get up.
And most important of all right now, I know that I have nine radiation treatments left. But who's counting?
7:21 AM ET | 04- 2-2008 | permalink

