Tonight I will finish the induction of chemotherapy. At that point, I'm waiting for my counts to hit bottom because my bone marrow is demolished. Then I'll be waiting (probably with some anxiety) for my system to restart. I can tell now that I'm getting slower and slower at almost everything. The doctor has a sheet of paper on which I sign my name every day as a test of my motor coordination. I can still
do that. Mornings are much better for me than afternoons, and by evening I can't really think much. An evening stroll around the lovely halls does perk me up a bit.
I have a small altar area parallel to my bed on the left side. I have a Indian batik with flamingos, a gift from Christopher Duraisingh to bring me good fortune. I also have my grandchildren collage, twenty five pictures with the title, "And all the children are above average." Staff people like to look at it and it gives me an opportunity to talk about loving and cheerful topics.
Susan came by today for a great chat. She practiced her homily for Sunday, a beautiful meditation about watching the events of Palm Sunday. We had communion. It was a fine way to end this week and prepare for the weekend that begins Holy Week.
Today is the "fourth month" anniversary of my first posting on Dec. 7th.
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