May 2008
Hey All,
Well it is day 56 and the month of April is almost over. As May approaches, I often look forward to home, then quickly turn my thoughts to now and the day to day healing that is going on inside of me. The outside has changed for sure and often appears somewhat normal, but I know inside my immune system is young, ineffective, yet building strength and force. This allows me the patience to get through each day as I pray for total healing against this life threatening disease.
Often people ask with sincerity, "what do you do all day?" I smile knowing how I used to ask Laura that same question when she chose to stay home with the kids. I admit there are days where I have no plans, no agenda and truly "nothing" to do. I try to make each day like that so I can just heal. However, with email, business calls and 2 households to manage, those days don't come often. Please don't get me wrong, I count on, instigate and love the contact with friends and family. It IS part of my healing and the support I receive is integral to my recovery. Never stop as I love all of you for your prayers and support. The visits to the Cancer Center clinic are down to 2 days a week so that allows me to rest more. My energy level, once bordering on hyperactive, is in measured doses now and requires down time - usually coming without choice.J The docs want lots of calories and liquids along with enough meds to feed an army. This is a fun challenge each day that Laura and I document it so we don't fall behind. I just chug the pills with a drink (not a stiff one unfortunately) and hope they don't add another one next clinic visit.
Overall, the days take care of themselves and as the night falls, I give it all up to Him again and pray for a quiet tomorrow so the healing can continue.
Oh wait, I forgot the complications...:)
PS: As promised, I wanted to recognize and laugh about our dogs so I am including a funny joke that a friend sent me and pictures of my dog Mango whom I miss dearly each day. (sorry cat owners of which I was once one)...
Dog Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Cat Diary
Day 983 of my captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Idiots!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
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