So I was thinking about it this morning after my round two labwork came back bad, too. I hoped and prayed for a summer free from doctors and needles and their painful (albeit well meaning) procedures. As I look at the medical appointments on my summer calendar, its obvious there is no break to be found there. I’m sick of being sick.
One of the things I think has helped me to weather this storm is a positive attitude (after an initial bout of anxiety in the ICU). Since I received the second call two days ago from my doctor about blood concerns, that positive energy has wavered. I wonder how long it is before people with long illness can no longer beat back depression? Even the most positive of us. When does discouragement cross the line to full resignation? I’ve always been someone who bounces back. But this time my reaction has been more of a splat. One I can’t seem to pull myself back from…
When is it time to take a break from being sick? Just a few months to live like a healthy person again. No doctors. No IVs. No blood tests. How do you balance recovery with living? Despite being a Harvard grad student, I’m not smart enough to figure out that answer.
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