I spent the last few days traveling for my job. I don't like travel. Unless there is an umbrella drink or coldie waiting at the end of my flight or drive. I put some serious miles on the car this week. I ate crappy "free" breakfasts at budget hotels followed by fast food lunches and mini mart sodas. It wasn't fun. Or very profitable. But in the back of my mind, I kept thinking "hey jack ass, I'm not the one with cancer." So eating shitty eggs and leathery sausage links at the Podunk Inn isn't so bad.
Christina's 3rd chemo session went well. She's a studette of epic proportions! I checked in with her via texts a few times from B.F.E. city, Oregon. I felt so damn guilty not being there or at least driving her home after the treatment. Her mother came over to be here when she got home from UCSF. That helped me sleep a little better on the zero thread count sheets in my suite. You know, the luxurious room that's situated 20 feet from I-5? Yeah, that one.
So while I was complaining and stopping at every other rest area to stretch my back, Christina was working on her laptop and getting injected with two kinds of poison-err... cancer drugs. So the next time you think you have it bad, why don't you head down to children's hospital and see little kids struggling to survive from a rare and deadly form of cancer. Or swing by the local infusion center to see people arriving and leaving. Some of them are going to be on the losing end of the cancer battle. Some of them, like Christina, are only at the first turn of the race and the checkered flag is months away. Quit feeling sorry for yourself and go eat some leathery pork (I think it was pork) and some cold lumps of egg (I hope it was egg). And then bow your head and thank the lord for everything you have in this life. You are blessed!
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