Now, after a bad Friday, Saturday and Monday night Tuesday I have what could pass for a normal day in a life if it didn’t include radiation treatments. I have some breakfast. Real food, eggs, cheese, bread and avocado, not that I taste much but it is healthy and has a good amount of calories. The textures are more important than any other aspect of the food. Lunch is soup and more soup in the evening. Just nice that its not protein drinks out of cartons or perhaps protein drinks through a tube. I was told that I can see a doctor ‘anytime’ when I go in for radiation treatments and I am scheduled for one tomorrow but I ask to see a doctor and the admin person says no problem. But the very nice doctor is not a head & neck specialist and he suggests I hold my questions for tomorrow when I can see that specialist. OK, I just want to know whether I should take the pain killers, will I need a feeding tube and how much worse will it get. He only answers the last one-it will get worse before it gets better. And then it will get better.
And I tell him, some days are OK, today, out of nowhere, it is a good day. He says treasure these days. And I do. And I reflect on the tragedy in Paris.
There is a time for everything. Turn, Turn, Turn: https://tinyurl.com/zz9f425
Not a dance song, or maybe a 'big dance song'
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