The
last application of chemo was postponed. I contracted the flu and my white
blood cell count was showing an infection. Rather than risk the chances of
hospitalization, I opted to wait out the illness for a week, cancel the chemo
and continue the following Friday with the last session. Mixed feelings, of
course. Depression sets in as I seek the final stages of chemo to be completed.
How much more can I take? And yet I somehow feel grateful that it’s
only a week away, once again. I tell myself I will get through this. I have
no other way to react but to the voice of eternal concern, for solace, comfort.
To put it simply: though I have moments which challenge the core of who I
am, deep inside I know the finish line is only days away.
