50% of the game is mental, the other half is mental. I drug Kay and the Nurse Practioner through the coals today, trying to get a handle on my sore throat, not being able to eat, and more. Bless the incredible NP, she met my volley with an amazing grace, calm and professionalism. It was a certifiable melt down. Thank you Brenda, you got the job done today. As is with most things you can't really explain, all of a sudden my world changed. It was like the turning over of a lake in spring, a ball reaching its apex and heading the other direction. All of a sudden, I owned my treatment.
Poor wife Kay has been walking through the world the last two weeks with a 190 lbs of dead weight wrapped around her ankle, holding on for dear life. I haven't driven a car or done much of anything, other than make demands on her. Which is OK, I know, but it had reached a breaking point. Not sure what broke, but I'm glad it did. I spent the morning and afternoon at the Cancer Center doing various things and when I got home I got in the car, went to the bank, did some paperwork there, ran an errand; a complete reversal of behavior. Tomorrow Kay is going up to KU for some Sam fraternity things, watch the Hawks play, and have a time that's not about cancer.
Imagine all of this, then put in a backdrop of your mom passing away slowly but surely. OK, I admit it, I married over my head.