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I’m beginning to feel like a one-man soap opera. I elected to stay home today. I’m just hurting too much to go to the office. I’ll do some work from home on the laptop. My productivity won’t be the best, but I’ll get SOMETHING done.
I would take some ibuprofen, but my stomach is somewhat uneasy and I don’t want to disturb it further. It’s something like letting sleeping dogs lie.
I’ve decided the chemo is not too bad, but the Neulasta is the hard one. But, I feel it’s a good pain. It means the Neulasta is stimulating my white blood cell count. My image is that my body is hosting a great battle between the forces of life and the forces of darkness. Hosting this battle is painful, but necessary. The way I look at is, the more painful it is, and the more the forces of life are beating on the forces of darkness.
I rally my troops and extol them to go forth and destroy the enemy. I tell them they are to take no prisoners. I tell them they must hunt down and kill every single enemy in my body. Then I seem them enthused and running out to join the battle. I see the enemy running, but without success as my forces take them down one by one.
Posted by The Vorlon at November 11, 2005 9:38 AMYour comparrison to fighting your disease as war. Does make a lot of sense and you are the general. So we say "keep charging". Use all the weapons at your disposal and lead your troops to Victory. I hope I am not making a political statement but we support you in fighting that war.