Sick and Tired and Strong
By ice rivers
We're sick and tired.
Lynn is sick and I'm tired.
Lynn has bronchitis. I have radiation after effects.
Lynn coughs. Lynn has a headache and a sore throat. She feels miserable yet she carries on.
Me, I'm tired.
When I think of the word "sick", I think of headaches, coughing, high temperature, fever, vomiting, nausea..all of the goodies we've come to know and dislike over the course of our lifetimes.
In that regard, I'm healthy. All I have is cancer. So far no pain, no vomiting, no diarrhea, no coughing. Nuttin'. I do have to pee a lot and of course I sleep way too much but as everyone can see, I'm awake now and that's a good thing.
The funny part is that I've never "felt" better than in the last five months since I've been diagnosed, biopsied, bone scanned, cat scanned and blasted with twenty eight belts of radiation. Sometimes, I forget I'm sick at all.
And then I remember that the battle is going on internally and I won't know the results of the contest for another month. It could go either way, I suppose. That's the weird part, I might be dying but I don't feel sick other than from the effects which tend to put me in the pit with my piss bucket.
Lynn is sick but she's full of life.
So just because you don't feel sick, it doesn't mean you aren't sick.
And if you're tired..do what Lynn does when she is sick. She keeps on truckin'.
The best part is I'm sitting at this keyboard, out of the pit, which means that at this second, the lights are shining on me.
I love writing and somebody out there likes me.
Thank you for paying attention.