Beginning Again

It is 17 degrees and sunny this Thursday morning. And it is a new day for me. Once again, I feel I am beginning my life for the first time.

I even had a moment in the bathroom a few minutes ago where Chaya was helping Dylan get dressed, she finished and Dylan strapped on his plastic Ninja Turtles sword, and in that moment I was Dylan’s age strapping on my six gun & holster ready for battle.

The feeling and memory swept over me clearly and it was good!

This is the first day in a long time I am beginning without blood pressure meds…my doctor released me from that whole process.

In fact when we went in yesterday, I went through the ritual of baring my left arm for the test, and to my shock the doctor said “Don’t bother with that!” I joked with Chaya that it was like showing up to the airport with credentials at the ready and being waved right through.

We both had a good laugh at that.

I have also been cleared of that need to ask the doctor to check my ears. She did so and confirmed that the loss of hearing is related to the cancer, swollen lymph nodes behind the nasal cavity.

We talked about radiation therapy, but once again it won’t fix anything and I will have to see that obnoxious young doctor at the cancer clinic. More trouble than it is worth, at this stage.

We also completed the paperwork for the rescue meds in the event of a medical crisis. They won’t fix anything, but will help keep me calm in an emergency. The doctor excused herself to get them and I joked with Chaya that she had to go to a 3rd floor below-level cell to get them.

She later confirmed that they were indeed kept under lock and key…and it did take a fair amount of time to get them. Then she went through the steps to administer them with Chaya. Because I couldn’t hear anything, I didn’t ask questions but I realize today that I will have to learn.

What if a crisis occurs and Chaya is absent?

It is a great feeling to pass on swallowing those uncomfortable blood pressure pills at the start of my day. I can now go straight into morning coffee which I have already done.

I just looked through my window and Chaya is hanging the wash, Dylan at her side. Her glowing smile is like a beacon to me.

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