I was reading the Hospital's newspaper while in the waiting room this morning. The Keyserling Cancer Center was it's main attraction. The picture on the front page, dated March 28, showed Mrs. Keyserling cutting the ribbon, announcing that the center was open for business. The center provides radiation therapy to all in need in between Savannah and Charleston. It also provides the service of Dr. Majd Chahin, Oncologist. He's been tremendous: informative and honest. As I opened the paper to read the rest, I saw him sitting behind the speaker at the event. I am glad that they opened this center when they did. I'll put a picture from the paper on here later.
Just to make this post the longest ever, I'd like to share what I was thinking as I pulled out of Hardee's with a Frisco-burger this morning. Of the two of us, it would have been way more likely for me to have an illness or cancer. She's always treated her body with great respect. I've always punished mine. When she eats a salad - I eat a burger and coke. When she'd drink a lemonade - I'd indulge myself with a Coke. She walks - I run and jump. She gardens at a moderate pace - I fall out of the tree with a chainsaw in my hands. The point is this: that this disease is a road bump. I am destined to meet my maker first. Probably by decades. That's reassuring to me. I may cut down on the copious amounts of fast food though. I'm beginning to see that health is a thing to work at.
And finally, (much to Alison's dismay :) ), I am working on the top-ten medical-songs-of-all-time-list. I'm dedicating this short list to my little sister, Brittany, (shot out to Britt!), who totalled her car and is in a world of hurt right now. She'll never forgive me for this picture, but I love you, Brittany.
Get better! And without further ado:
5. Dr. Feelgood - Motley Crue
4. Bad Medicine - Bon Jovi
3. Clean My Wounds - Corrosion of Conformity
2. Be Still My Heart - Death Cab for Cutie
and number one...
1. Sedated - The Ramones
Thanks to everyone for the great support. It's an easier road knowing that others have gone before, and still more are cheering us on. I'm practicing my patience, as I want nothing more than her to feel and BE better.
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