Wednesday, January 9, 2013
It is patch day today, and like every other patch day, I remove the old patch, take a shower in water as hot as I can stand it, shampoo my hair, scrub off the glue from the old patch and step out of the shower. Then I try not to look in the mirror over the sink that faces the shower. I wrap myself in a towel, dry off and put the new patch on before rubbing lotion all over me. Trying not to look in the mirror. Then I put on the things that I sleep in, even though it’s only 2 in the afternoon. I do this while trying not to look into that damn mirror. The one that is over the sink, facing the shower. The one that is, I swear, a reflection of some other me; perhaps the one that died in a concentration camp in its previous incarnation.
Yes, with age, everyone’s body changes. This feels like it’s a bit over the top. I think back to 2005, just eight years ago, when I had breast cancer and had a mastectomy of my right breast. Just before the surgery, I went to a healing retreat in NM. I was able to fly there. I was able to participate in the event, even though I was in pain. I had the surgery and came out of it with flying colors. My NF has advanced much since then. I don’t even want to think about life eight years from now. While I am far from the only one facing life changing events (my sister has lost two friends to ovarian cancer, other friends are facing health challenges and I am very worried about my dad’s health and the distance we are from one another). So I get that I am not the only one with problems.
But I do have pity potty parties on occasion. Then I get this in my inbox. Puts things in perspective. I have a roof over my head, food in my belly (well, no way to get it out again, but you know) access to the medicine I need and people who love me. I am blessed. Please click on this and watch it.
Posted by Sherri at 4:11 PM