Speak it into reality

Life is too short to forget about goals and the future, right? In these days of the coronapocalypse, it is a little difficult to plan for the future. Do I want to spend a week in the mountains locked away in a cabin in September?

Yes.

Do I want to take an Alaskan cruise in January? 

Yes.

Do I want to go back to Italy next March?

Of course I do. 

But the thing is, the coronapocalypse has ruined any way to plan for the future. When will this pandemic end?

 

So I can't really make plans for after the pandemic, because when will that be?

But I noticed on the Twitterverse that there were some people who were speaking their future into reality. For example, someone (I don't remember who) tweeted that in 3 months they would run a 5k (or something). And then they made it happen!

So, speaking the future into reality. By the end of 2020, I will complete my second 5k. (My first one was pre-cancer, and I ran/jogged the entire thing stopping to walk, in a respectable 32-ish minutes.)

Now, considering the cane, the cancer, and the likely continuing pandemic, I have no delusions of running a 5k in that kind of time; however, even if I have to walk or crawl or use crutches, I will complete a 5k by the end of the year.

And speaking more of the future into reality: is that by the end of the year I will get my writing published. Well, guess what.

I got a second piece published: Schrodinger's Cancer Patient.

I am extremely proud of this piece. And! I am that much closer to meeting my goals!

Published! "Mother's Love"

I've made it my goal to get my work published. I've been working hard compiling and organizing my writing, which includes poetry, prose, and creative non-fiction.

I am so pleased to announce that one of my pieces has been published through Lacuna Loft's blog. I know I've mentioned this organization before, and I will keep on linking and mentioning it as it has become a very important part of my life.

Anyway, I've been submitting my work for a few weeks now, across various platforms, and I am very proud to say that the first piece to be published is a personal essay called Mother's Love.

Please take a look and share with your friends and your family.

Hopefully soon I'll have more published works to share!

Tough week

Okay, so a LOT has happened in the last week.

Last week I had a good day in the hammock.

Two days after that, I had a couple of bad days that had my oncology concerned enough that they had me come in for labs and blood work. Turns out my results were bad enough that I needed a transfusion of one unit of blood last week. Then, a few days later, I woke up with the taste of blood in my throat. Evidently, a side effect of one of my meds can be bloody nose. But the thing was, it wasn't just a bloody nose.

It was a gusher.

When I say gusher, I do in fact mean that when The Husband saw it, we both knew immediately it was an emergency. We called the overnight on-call oncologist, who said in no uncertain terms that it was time to go to the ER right now.

The nearest hospital is almost thirty minutes away, and my nose gushed like a fountain the entire ride there. Luckily, there was nobody else there, so they saw me right away. Also, do you know how much more frightening the ER is when The Husband is not allowed in? Eventually, it stopped on its own, so I was able to go home (at 4 am). They did more blood work before letting me go, and said I would probably need another transfusion within a day or so. So we left messages for my oncology team to get my chart and notes sent over right away. First thing the next morning, my team got me in for more blood tests, and then scheduled my transfusion for the next morning. It would be a 6+hour process. Again, The Husband was not allowed in with me.

I don't know if any of you have ever needed a transfusion, but it is an exhausting process. I don't know why, but I can tell you that I basically slept for three days. Every time I closed my eyes for 5 minutes, I slept for 6 hours. Then I'd wake up hungry, then I'd close my eyes, and another 6 hours gone to dreamworld.

And suddenly, this morning, I woke up.

Alert.

Motivated.

Feeling almost strong. I guess it takes a few days to assimilate other people's blood? I don't know, but after having what might have been the worst week I've had in a long time, I suddenly feel kind of okay.

Knock on wood.