It always takes me a couple of weeks to recover from a set back, not just physically but emotionally too.
This past week has seen me rather grouchy, feeling isolated, feeling a lot of self pity and a whole lot of thinking about cancer.
Oh and lets not forget to mention manic. I’ve run more nonsense errands, cleaned more deep corners and purchased way too much in what I believe to be an effort to once again take control of my life. Kind of a “see look what I can do cancer, you can’t keep me down with pneumonia and don’t even think about rearing your ugly head”.
I needed a purpose to the madness again and this came in the form of speaking to Spectrum Pharmaceuticals, the company that manufactures the cancer drug that made my transplant possible.
It is so wonderful that the medical community wants to hear from us patients, when so often our voice is lost in trying to save our lives.
I felt so empowered sharing what I and many others patients go through in having a transplant and the company was so gracious wanting to put a face on the people they work endlessly to save.
So maybe there is a purpose to the madness, I’m beginning to feel this way again.
There might be a few more pity party shopping deliveries coming to my door, but the only nonsense errands I’ll be running in the next week is returning them. Ok, maybe I’ll keep a few!