Friday, June 23, 2023

I am now officially tired of chocolate donuts. I never thought it would happen.  For my birthday the tall man brought me delicious fresh fruits. Three vases of flowers sit on the tables. The uber driver brings me sour dough bread. The personal librarian arrives with books. The former teenager watches TV with me.  Everyone takes out the bags of garbage. They entertain me with their stories. They help me live through these difficult treatments.

I am on page 500 of the COVENANT OF WATER. The waiting books are calling to me.

I take two naps a day.  Eating is a struggle.  I know this is temporary but it feels like forever.  My immune system is hyped up and looking for parts of my body to attack.

I continue to read books about who owns and controls modern medicine.  I won’t know for awhile if I am just a profit point or a recipient of healing treatments. Maybe both. I count on my palliative care doctor for guidance.