Comforts

Yesterday went well.  They moved my Ritux treatment to the Cross Cancer Clinic here in Edmonton.  That alone saves me two trips to Calgary.  I was stuck in an isolation room because of a new infection they discovered (yes, another one!).  Its not so bad except there is no bathroom,  I got a commode instead...not my favourite.

After my treatment, I headed off to the bedding store and spent too much money.  New Egyptian cotton sheets, new bedspread, new pillows and then I decided the kids needed sheets too.  But somehow, having a coupon made me feel better....it could have been more, right?

The point of telling you all this is the pleasure something unexpected can bring.  I woke up under the new sheets and bedspread.  The soft, worn denim, coral and tan colours wrapped me in comfort like a well worn pair of jeans and flannel shirt.  The bed just said, "Stay awhile, nothing better to get too."  Today is the day to stay in bed.  Ritux makes me feel flu-like and sore the day after and I woke up feeling distinctly like I needed a hug.

So I cuddled back down and listened to "Brave" by Sarah Bareilles, cried a little and felt a bit stronger for the day.

One of my most hated things to hear in Calgary was "One day at a time."  Someone once described me as moving like locomotive and pulling everyone along with me.  Its true.  Partly, if I slow down or stop, I'm afraid I won't get going again. Partly, it's trying to outrun the wolves nipping at my ankles as if I can outrun my destiny.  But now, I think that is changing.  I feel myself starting to slow down.  Maybe the physical aspects are starting to hold me back.  Maybe I'm starting to realize I can't live life very well at 200 miles/hr.  Either way, it's different.  Maybe it will accomplish some positive changes.

After this post, I'm going to put up links to the Sarah Bareilles song and to a beautiful video that my friend, Cathy sent me.  Enjoy!