MUDDY AND BLOODY Last night on duty rocked! In order to protect the innocent and impending proceedings, I shall refrain from full disclosure of the gritty detail. The sequence of events that lead to a mile-long tromps through the two foot gap between the twenty foot barriers on I-71 just N/O I-270 culminated in a K-9 bite and apprehension, and a mud soiled pair of pants and boots... I was grateful for every moment!!! A shot out to Cyrus and K-9 8 Ricky Anderson for a good hike! AT THE END OF THE DAY Youre another day older... strange that it causes so much constraint and dread for many. The term hypocrite would cross the lips of most, should they be privy to my most subversive and chambered fancies before the big news. But, today... I made it. Better than that, I roared and conquered. My awesome Aunt Holly Sberna Spero answered the rally to assume head of household today... drove from The Kingdom in The North to care for the kids. A lot was accomplished on the To-Do List before the daily procedures. When they heard me ROAR, Treatment four out the door, On to session five... Feelin so ALIVE!!! MIRACLE ON THE EIGHTH FLOOR A chance meeting before my catheter insertion surgery proved fortuitous for enlightenment. A side note: I have long filled my void and aided my sleep at night by theorizing that my personal meaning of life was the ever-present, never ending quest for enlightenment. My room was cohabited by a fellow terminal with a kindred spirit. She and I exchanged musings, ideologies, and lights and secured contact information for one another, and left the single-serving friendship wanting for more. I got in a decent nap awaiting the actual surgery... actual respite the night before was less-than stellar. Upon preparation, I received tremendous news: DARK SHADOWS The reason for the lung catheter was to adequately drain any fluid accumulation that could squeeze the oxygen out of my lungs, for which it was believed as a pressing matter in my case, (See what I did there?) When the ultrasound was performed, both Docs concurred that there was not enough fluid to justify such an obtrusion, and cancelled! They believe the dark masses that showed on the scan after the drain were nothing more than shadows. As we all know... shadows are nothing more than the absence of light. Perchance all the light I see around me these days chased it all away. No tubes, can soak in my bath, and can swim!!! Not that I intended a float in Lake Fungapoopootoxican any time soon, but that I may enjoy myself in an aquatic fashion on my: FABULOUS VACATION!!! The FOP has knocked it out of the park, sending the fam and I to a dream vacay. Words cannot adequately do justice to the elation and gratitude felt in my core. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever believe I was Gods little snowflake. Maybe the reason we think snowflakes are so unique is due to lack of perspective and quantifiable measurement... or, just perhaps, we ALL are! I have so much more to contribute, but sleep must be given regard and obeyed. Tomorrow is the Liver Biopsy! Stay #bonniestrong, fierce and fearless my army... I go before you! RRRROOOOAAAARRRR!!!!
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 06:00:45 +0000
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