It has been a week since my final radiation and two since my third and final chemo. So, I suppose that puts me in the "recovery" mode of this little journey. Well...someone needs to let my body know. I would say that the past week has been the toughest to date. The after effects of having all that radio active material shot into my arm and beamed into my neck are like "taking a shot of malaria to kill a cold" - Bob Dylan, from "Subterranean Homesick Blues" (I think). Very sporadic sleep, Vicodin brain, painful sore under my tongue, wierd thoughts, etc.
Yesterday Deanna mentioned that she was going to check out a desk that she saw was on sale at Target. I thought I'd like to get out of the house (it's been a week since I have) so I said that I would join her. Maybe not such a great idea. When we got there we had a bit of a walk to the entrance. By the time we reached it, I needed to sit down and rest due to light headedness. We got the desk. I got humbled. I need to force more formula into my feeding tube to give my beleaguered red and white cells something to fight back with.
The Superbowl was a much needed respite from the mind numbing stuff on T.V. Watching two incredibly gifted teams with all universe quarterbacks play such an inspiring game gave me an emotional lift. The image of Brees with his little boy in his arms was priceless.
I'm really looking forward to getting back to "work" at the church. We will be relocating to the new site in April or May and I am excited and anxious to do my little bit in installing the new bookstore/cafe'. Much to do, so I've been pondering and planning, online research for fixtures and such. Thank you God that I am privileged to part of this time in the life of North Coast! We are so dang blessed!
Onward and forward in God's time.