Just returned from my mother’s doctor’s appointment. She had a chest x-ray for possible fractured versus bruised ribs. Her doctor’s office is located in the same suburban medical complex in which I was treated for my leukemia both times. I was diagnosed in the winter while today was a hot, humid July afternoon. Still the place seemed much brighter than I remember. My memories paint a perpetually cloudy and frosty setting.
For three months friends and family accompanied me the clinic to receive my chemotherapy (biotherapy). Towards the end of that time we would stop for something to eat on the way home. My treatment was usually early in the morning, often I arrived just after the nurses did. Today my mother and I stopped at a nearby Arby’s. I remember going there after treatments. Colas had begun to have an acrid, metallic taste. Ice cream drinks still tasted good and helped to counteract my slowly falling weight. Later I weaned from thick, calorie-ladened cream drinks to the clear, refreshing taste of plain ice tea.
That all seems forever. It was back in an unimaginable time when I thought that I might not survive the year. Mostly I leave it back there, forever ago. Maybe that is why it has been so easy for me to put the blog aside. I forgot that this blog was not for me but for you. Sorry.