recovery
Bronchitis, ear infection, antibiotics for 14 days. I come home from school each day completely exhausted. I am TIRED of being TIRED!
But my illness is minor irratation.
My cousin has lukemia. After three weeks of a cold, She went to ER on a Sunday and was admitted to NC Memorial Hospital, Chapel Hill, NC on Monday. 21 days of chemo. again and again for the next 6 months.
Traci is why I know sign language.
My absolutely gorgeous deaf cousin.
She seems to have gotten more than
anybody's fair share of shit to bear.
I am driving my mother up to Chapel Hill on Monday.
I pray my antibiotics work and I am infection free.
I pray that Traci's level 5 AML responds to chemo and no bone marrow transplant is needed. I pray that she not suffer....
I pray, and I carry on an angry dialogue with God.
Holy Thursday. Good Friday. Easter Sunday.
Resurrection.
Patrick comes in tonight. Lynard Skynard Saturday. Easter Sunday.
Our azaleas are blooming like crazy. The Lillies are coming in, Crepe Myrtles are leafing up. Roses are about to explode with buds.
The clymatis at the mail box seems to grow a foot each day.
Life is in full bloom.
Is illness part of the fullness of life?
We are called to love each other.
Maybe this is a chance to love Traci more completely.
I am praying. Frustraded and confused, and I never expect to understand.
But my illness is minor irratation.
My cousin has lukemia. After three weeks of a cold, She went to ER on a Sunday and was admitted to NC Memorial Hospital, Chapel Hill, NC on Monday. 21 days of chemo. again and again for the next 6 months.
Traci is why I know sign language.
My absolutely gorgeous deaf cousin.
She seems to have gotten more than
anybody's fair share of shit to bear.
I am driving my mother up to Chapel Hill on Monday.
I pray my antibiotics work and I am infection free.
I pray that Traci's level 5 AML responds to chemo and no bone marrow transplant is needed. I pray that she not suffer....
I pray, and I carry on an angry dialogue with God.
Holy Thursday. Good Friday. Easter Sunday.
Resurrection.
Patrick comes in tonight. Lynard Skynard Saturday. Easter Sunday.
Our azaleas are blooming like crazy. The Lillies are coming in, Crepe Myrtles are leafing up. Roses are about to explode with buds.
The clymatis at the mail box seems to grow a foot each day.
Life is in full bloom.
Is illness part of the fullness of life?
We are called to love each other.
Maybe this is a chance to love Traci more completely.
I am praying. Frustraded and confused, and I never expect to understand.