Monday, July 07, 2014

The tricky parts

I am becoming familiar with more of the different emotional stages of living with cancer and today it was the sad, grieving stage while I have already had an angry one. No doubt these will repeat themselves and there will be others I go through. I can not yet imagine what they will be, but I am not that curious that I let loose my imagination to try to figure them out ahead of time. I can wait until they happen naturally. 

I must say, though, that while I go through such a stage, I do work out some problem or other that needs to get solved, so they can be productive as well as bothersome. It isn't all bad. But don't ask me to repeat that while I am in the depths of one, because I will deny it. The good thing is that I am not on my own, but that I have the Cowboy's shoulder to cry on and that he very willingly let's me. I have told him that he doesn't need to solve anything for me, but just listen to me go on and on and so he does. 

Tyke becomes confused and tries to find comfort also, but doesn't quite know where to find it, so I have to make sure that at some point I pay attention to him and reassure him. He is more than willing to let that happen to him and have his belly rubbed. The poor animal didn't sign up for any of this to happen to him. But then again, neither did I. 

We haven't seen Gandhi since early this afternoon when my sister's dog scared the living daylights out of her and she disappeared outside somewhere. The dog has been gone for hours, but Gandhi has not yet come back. It may take a while before she does. 

When the pain medication wears off in the afternoon before it is time to take the next dose, I have discovered that I can take 1,000 mg of paracetamol and that will help in the meantime. I will discuss this with my GP when he next comes over, which should be at the end of this week. I will call the practice in the morning and make the appointment. 


Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

I am so sad to read this news about your health...and how much you're having to fight. "cancer" has to be one of the most frightening words. Will pray for your peace of mind AND your body's positive response to treatment.

Wisewebwoman said...

Virtually holding your hand and listening.

I do hope Ghandi returns.

And Tyke knows what's going on. Dogs are so in tune with us and their sense of smell 10,000 more powerful. He knows.


kold_kadavr_ flatliner said...

C'est la vie, dear.
We all have our Cross to bear.
Only those who got the MOXIE
in the cranium will be allowed
into Seventh-Heaven.
God bless your indelible soul.
Make Your Choice -SAW