Lately, strolling down my path, I find stones, boulders and even an occasional sink hole. When I trip on one, my first reaction is to question what is in store for me. The bumpy, unknowns are happenings that I prefer not to experience, yet I am powerless in controlling them. Often, medical help brings the path back to a level state. Rarely, any guarantee of success is unavailable!.
Now, the days and nights are much different than two months ago. After I found out I have cancer, I didn’t question that a lobectomy was necessary. Immediately following surgery, I may have been apprehensive about tomorrow. Hope, humor and support from friends and family reinforced my own strong will to keep on trekkin and carry a belief that all would soon end.
A couple of weeks ago, a boulder stood up and blocked my path. It brought with it many new problems that keep me from moving forward. Very soon I was at the emergency room and admitted. The next few days were a blur, yet I knew the reason for me to be so ill had not coalaced in the heads of Doctors. It felt as though I was a pawn, one without much say about my health and certainly one who could not help solve the problem!
When my medication changed I started feeling much better. My fever receded, my appetite returned. I was on my way home and the band began playing a lively beat.
One day after being home, the fever returned and the cough is monumental.
I think I fell into a sink hole.
Will this ever pass?