today, out of the blue, i got an email from my oncologist. this is what it said,
"Wave, would you consider the oral chemotherapy drug xeloda at a very low dose? It could work for a very long time, as you have such insolent disease."
two things struck me about this message...number one, i was on xeloda for a year, for god's sake...i guess she's too busy to check my records...
and two...how dare she call my disease insolent...well, actually, it does show a pretty rude or arrogant lack of respect (as per the dictionary) toward my life force...
up until recently i've had what is called "indolent" disease, which, given my basic nature makes total sense...(wanting to avoid activity or exertion; lazy.)
being true to my indolence, i stayed in bed almost all of yesterday. it was all spine all the time...and it hoit... eventually i slept and dreamed. i was watching television with oprah. i told her my opinion about gayle's show (which i didn't think was the right kind of show for her)...and then i realized that i didn't offer oprah anything to drink. i asked if she'd like some lemonade, and when she said yes, i went to get some...i ran to the store, up and down stairs, everywhere. i was thrilled to be hanging with her, but i was spending most of my time running around looking for lemonade. no place i went to had any. i came back home, empty handed, until i realized that there was a bottle of lemonade on my kitchen shelf...it was there from the start...
Making lemonades out of lemons?
Posted by: lynnie | June 13, 2011 at 11:34 PM
that's as far as i got with it too lynnie...
Posted by: wave geber | June 14, 2011 at 09:13 AM