In two weeks I will turn 56 years old.
But not in the summertime!
Every summer turns into a time machine for me and I turn into her…
(Notice the fashionable hiking shoes!)
During summer I lick popsicles. I stub my toe, (everyone is expected at least one stubbed toe in the summer), I marvel at fireflies, I thrill at fireworks reflecting off the lake or in peoples’ faces, I find sprinklers to run through on purpose, I nap when I am sleepy. I eat with my fingers then lick them. I get to stay up late and even sometimes sleep in a sleeping bag. I play games. I sit on the porch just because I am hot. I breathe in fresh earth after I have hidden from the thunder storm. I swing on swings. I blow huge Bazooka Bubble gum bubbles and read the comic and fortune. I scratch my mosquito bites. I get dirty and stay dirty.
It’s that drastic aging that happens at the end of summer that I dislike immensely. When I have to come back to my real age again.
Summer is young and fresh, and hopeful.
I am getting in my time machine now…won’t you join me?
I hear the ice cream truck singing already…
c’mon let’s run…
Take good care of your Doctor!
It will pay you back!
I have found that little kindnesses towards my doctor and care staff have made a huge impact on my healing process. My Doctor and staff are often tired and overworked and I can tell. Cancer is an emotional profession to deal with each day! A little muffin, remembering a birthday, or bringing a joke creates a closer bond between me and the person who is caring for me. It takes trust to go through the cancer process. I want the person who is making decisions for me to have a bond with me and know I appreciate them and their service. Besides it’s fun to think about what to bring when you have to go in for a visit.