There
are days that are good and days that are not. And Taxol makes the first five
days of the chemo application extremely difficult. It’s painful to move,
and frankly I don’t want to. I would rather sleep as long as I can so
time appears short and the visitation of evening comes quicker than anticipated.
On this day I spent the afternoon sleeping on Darren’s couch with Peso
propped in the crook of my side. His sweet breathing rose and fell with the
cadence of my own, and somehow it was more than comforting. Animals know,
you know, and they watch over you like silent Pharaohs guarding the entrance
of the soul. Like my own dog Peso must smell the pungent chemicals leaking
from my skin. His silent watch is more than I can bear at times looking at
me with full eyes. So instead we sleep together and lull ourselves with the
full moon, the tides counting the rhythm of each breath as I continue to count
the days until this ritual is no more.
