Second cycle complete. Thank goodness. This was not a favorite. We spent the week watching heart rhythms, beating down fevers, measuring outputs, tossing cookies, balancing electrolytes, and worrying about blood pressures.
This afternoon my Nurse Practitioner went over the usual discharge questions, then asked sincerely, "How are you?" I sighed. Nauseous, bloated, a little confused, fluid in my lungs, sleep deprived, and a mouth full of thrush. A week of hell behind me. Not to mention the heart that had been racing for a week, and has carried a huge burden for the last few months. But honestly? "I will be okay." "You know I have never seen subcutaneous lesions disappear as quickly as your did?" She looked me straight in the eye, "It's a miracle your melanoma tumors are shrinking."
I guess I heard the same thing, in a different way as we drove out of the parking garage into the the sunshine. Everything was so lovely! Spring has slipped into the valley. White and blue mountains, green grass, billowy clouds, and bulbs bursting out some color. By habit I reached up to feel the tumor on my neck. But there is nothing there now.
There are two ways to live your life - one is as though nothing is a miracle, the other is as though everything is a miracle. Albert Einstein
So glad to be home. I did write a few posts last week that I am waiting to get some pictures for. Life is very kind to us, truly.