I’m crying. I can’t seem to stop. I dry up for awhile, and then there they are again, tears falling down my face uncontrollably. I’m not sad… no, not at all. These are tears of joy. Tears from days, and weeks, sometimes hours, and two years and four months.
Wow. What should I do now. It hasn’t sunk in yet. I think the sinking in will take some time.
I had blood work yesterday, it was great, then an appointment with my oncologist this morning. The appointment was fast. He looked at my blood work, said it was fantastic, listened to me breathe a bit, answered our questions, and then said to me go live a normal life. A normal life. Normal. Life.
I’m overwhelmed. Two years and four months, to the day, since diagnosis. 15 pushes of hard core chemo, three bone marrow biopsies, more blood work than I can count, pic line, pic line removal, tests on my heart, x-rays on my lungs, more pills of ATRA than I can count, trips to the urgent care, somewhere around 45 days in the hospital all together, 1065 pills of 6MP, 102 shots, and all the other thousand and one things that’ve gone on over the last two years and four months. Every week, for two years, every week… every Wednesday at 10:00 am.
Well now I guess I go live a normal life… and here come the tears again. They are welcome, and so is the joy the accompanies them. Live a normal life. Normal. Life. That sounds really good to me.