After hanging around medical facilities for three weeks, I came down with a bad cold. While it has been unpleasant, as all colds are, it has forced a temporary halt to the cancer treadmill.
My surgery to implant a chemotherapy port has been rescheduled for Monday, and my chemotherapy treatments will begin the following Monday.
After getting some much-needed rest yesterday, I am feeling better today.
I have been thinking about the way injury, illness, and age require one to constantly redefine the concept of "myself." When we say, "I don't feel like myself," it may mean be a temporary condition—but I am learning that I am no longer the self who was younger, healthier, more energetic, and outwardly focused.
This doesn't mean abandoning the ship of life; it just means rearranging the deck chairs.
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