I'm in bed looking out over my beloved valley, dreaming of seeing the huge donut shape which will be Apple's headquarters and which I'll be able to see from my house... I'm also working on a brand new MacBookPro Air, thanks to Rich.
For two days I have felt shitty (literally and figuratively). I've developed mucositis in my mouth, on my lower lip while Rich slept peacefully beside me. At the hospital today, they offered me cranberry juice and I downed two in10 seconds. Well, guess what.. Today it started again. Almost anything I eat or drink doesn't like it in my belly.
I'm down to 122 lbs. and, if I weren't so sick, I'd be mighty proud of myself. Those high protein packs are my saviors. We're switching meds from oral to patch. Ann, the oncology assistant, is wonderful, and when she said "I'm sorry," I bawled like a baby. She is so real and knowledgeable, so kind without being sappy.
I'm hoping tonight to sleep. I felt so helpless with my physical weakness, so fragile,, so out of breath that it was not a good day.
However, my resolve to do things right is back and both Nassir and Annie were so reassuring that I took heart, and we ALL get to meet the great Fischer on Monday. I hope he's over his jet lag.
I feel surrounded by love --I mean genuine love. I'm hearing from people in my workshops years ago. They must be reading Suzi's Blog. Janet Post, author of Cotton Rock, found out from there.
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