26. The Fog of War
In the month since my last post, I’ve been fighting to regain my quality of life. A vicious cycle of nausea and pain has proven to be a formidable foe, and my weapons against it--pills of various shapes, sizes, and colors--sometimes feel like a hindrance rather than a help. In the heat of the battle, sometimes it’s hard to know which way is up.
Fortunately, I have the exact partner for this and all the other challenges our life together has presented. Dave has a finely tuned sense of direction and bullshit detector.
Reinforcements from Australia arrived a few weeks ago. My sister, Kristine, has been a godsend. I’ve had several setbacks since she’s been here--most notably, an anaphylactic response to a beet/carrot/apple juice smoothie that sent us to the ER (you know your world has been upended when the healthiest drink in the world tries to murder you). When everything is seemingly out to get me, my big sister always has my back. I can’t tell you how good it is to see her, to spend quiet time together, and just be sisters.
Amid the pills and killer smoothies - phone calls, texts, and computer screens are challenging for me. Despite being incommunicado, I remain immensely grateful for the support of my loving community. Thank you for continuing to hold me close as my battle rages on.