I also have cancer.
Neither of these conditions are pleasant, although one is obviously a tad bit more serious than the other. I may never know how I got cancer. The cold? I am pretty certain that the source of this diagnosis involves one three-year old and the careless handling of a harmonica (Who needs to wipe it off? Just play “Camptown Ladies” and be done with it).
Anyone who is dealing with a “big” disease knows that when you add a relatively “small” condition to the mix, you have started a process of formulas, charts and graphs to ensure that if you take Nyquil with your chemo pills your ears won’t suddenly fall off. I needed approval to take a store brand cough syrup for fear that one of the ingredients would react to my blood pressure medicine and make my blood pressure go up. As a result of the delay, my blood pressure went up. This is my life.
It reminds me of when we were planning our wedding reception and we had to call my mom to find out which relatives were still speaking to each other. “You can’t sit Aunt Benadryl next to Uncle Temodar, you’ll be lucky to get through the cake-cutting!” I understand that I am lucky to be around to have these problems, but it was so much easier when my only medicine was chewable and shaped like Fred Flintstone.
Maybe some chicken soup is in order. As long as my doctor gives his approval first.
Keeping the faith.