We arrived home on Monday evening and my dog was so glad to see me. He jumped on me and licked me for a few minutes and we all laughed. Then we crashed! It was good to be home, but the worry about why we came home was heavy on our hearts.
Yesterday we waited for a call from the doctor, but it didn’t come. This morning the doctor’s office called to set up the appointment for my husband. We’ll go Monday for his colonoscopy, praying that it’s a false result.
I have a lot hanging over my head right now: his cancer, his possible colon cancer, my father’s heart failure, and my numerous health problems. I’ve had more allergic reactions and am trying to deal with all the Benadryl.
I’m still taking the new hormones and added Wellbutrin to the mix. My pill organizer is bursting at the seams. I’m excited to think that these two new treatments could help my fatigue and depression. If I could have the energy to get up and go, there would be such a difference to my life.
Having energy would be such a shock and so wonderful! I imagine being able to walk a little bit or get back to riding my stationary bike. That would be so amazing! I’m not sure if I’ll get good results from these treatments, but I always have hope when I try something new.
Neither of these treatments work quickly, so I have to be patient. It could be weeks or months before the full effect is realized. And, I must remind myself that even if I don’t get better I can still be content with my life.
I might have to use the wheelchair more, in order to go shopping or stroll through the park. God’s plan for me may change and allow me to get better, or it may stay just as it is now. If I stay alive, I know He has a purpose for me. That makes me joyful.
@2022, copyright Lisa Ehrman
Disclaimer: I’m not a medical expert. This post contains my opinions and experiences and is not meant to be taken as medical advice. If you have a medical concern, please consult your personal physician.