“I’m so glad Typist’s friend Margaret recommended that book about the rhinoceros… Even though we read it more than a year ago, the stories are gifts that keep giving.” Thalia twirled.
“Are you thinking about the little girl who had a stomach ache?” Cal asked. “The mom said it was because the girl ate too much ice cream. The dad said maybe she didn’t eat enough ice cream. The whole family laughed and felt freedom in not having to know why the the child’s tummy was upset. It freed them to accept what was.”
“And this relates to Typist… how?” Nia encouraged.
“Well… It seems there are thoughts out there,” Calliope made air quotes, “that Typist, or anyone who gets sick, somehow did something to bring the sickness upon themself. Their energy is out of balance, they worry too much — not enough yoga, they eat too many cupcakes…”
Thalia cut Calliope off with a snort. “Eating too many cupcakes — ridiculous!”
Cal continued. “You get the idea. And it is true that there are known toxins people ingest… and risky behaviors they engage in that might or might not lead to disease. But, is it helpful to perseverate in guilty thoughts?”
“Typist doesn’t think so,” Thalia replied. “And she loved her oncologist’s answer when she asked if he could tell her what is causing cancer cells to grow inside of her.”
Urania nodded her approval. “Dumb luck.”
A word from our Typist…
We have a plan in place.
Chemotherapy begins March third. There will be weekly infusions for 12 weeks followed by different chemo drugs administered every three weeks — four infusions, followed by surgery.
The oncologist is kind, open, and funny.
On the blank line after Goals of Therapy he wrote: cure
Cancer has been with me since about the age of nine when my mom was diagnosed. Now I get to experience it for myself… and then let it go.
I am open to answering questions in comments.
That said… being a patient is time consuming.
I will keep up as best I can.