Take My Medicine

Take my medicine.

That’s what they keep telling me to do. The doctors and researchers keep coming up with new and different ways to cure us for all kinds of terrible illnesses. I think I probably have 12 different prescriptions lined up on my bathroom counter and then some more in the kitchen, all waiting for the perfect time of day, or for the alarm to go off to remind me to take them. I even have some more in the baggie in my purse in case I am not at home at the right time.

This last round of chemo was by far the very worst. Of course, I only have three to go on so that sounds like an odd comparison, but nonetheless, it’s the truth. I went on Wednesday and by Saturday I was DOWN. I mean in the bed the rest of the weekend. It was possibly the worst feeling in the world, and I can finally relate to what I was NOT feeling before now. The shower became a mortal enemy, and I am not sure if there were more tears or water going down the drain at the end.

I asked my girls to call for help, and they seemed to feel as if they could handle it. I was an emotional and physical wreck. Nothing was getting accomplished, and the lines were beginning to blur between mother and daughters. Then came Monday morning.

I knew I had to go into work no matter what, because I am out of vacation and sick days. My oldest Brown Eyed Girl had to drive me in, and there I sat. Finally, at the end of the day, I was able to come home and rest! Then it was time to learn my lesson about taking my REAL medicine.

Brown Eyes One and Two got home from their jobs early. On the way they had stopped for mini-containers of ice cream. When they got in, they brought me mine and one for Three, and we sat and ate. We talked. We talked about really stupid things and really important things. We laughed really hard and talked some more. I learned about a few things that I had missed while in my “chemo fog” and just some things that were fun about my girls.

I didn’t need to go to bed early or take any pills- I just needed them.

They knew. Somehow, they knew just what I needed. I needed the medicine that only they could give me. It will not leave me with a “hangover”, but hopefully it will leave me addicted. I hope they know how much it meant to me and how much I love them. I am energized, feeling no pain, and ready to face the world tomorrow! How many other people are so lucky?