Since last November the proteins in my blood that can indicate Multiple Myeloma in my bone marrow, that have been gone for several years, reappeared. I have had them tested for months every six weeks. Then, I got a three-month testing reprieve this spring, which ended last week.
The little rascals increased slightly again.
So, when I saw my oncologist yesterday we had a long talk and I did something that I haven’t done in a very long time…I had a good cry.
I did not cry, because my Multiple Myeloma may be creeping back into my bone marrow.
I did not cry, because I need to have a bone marrow biopsy next Wednesday. For those of you who have never had the privilege, they are a real treat!
I did not cry, because getting this type of cancer is just bad luck. Nothing I ate, did or stressed about had anything to do with this diagnoses.
I did not cry, because I am depressed. I am not. I have known since my original diagnosis five years ago that Myeloma is not curable and always returns. While, I don’t like this, and do not have too, it was rather expected to happen some day. Besides my food and bee sting allergies are much more dangerous anyway.
I did not cry, because I will never be disease-free or able to lift a grandchild, work, wear pretty dresses or high heels, lift my saxophone, ride horse, mow the lawn, dig in the dirt, bike, swim, run, or walk off-trail in a woods without back pain again.
I did not cry, because cancer drugs are so expensive the thought makes me seasick.
Nope those things would not make me cry.
I cried, because I really want knock the mean people of this world who blissfully go about their self-absorbed orderly lives mentally, emotional and physically abusing others upside the head with my cane.
Yes, I cried, because people are mean!
People are mean by commission and omission. Truth has been castrated and humiliation elevated to a moral virtue. Shame extinct, and vulgarity and violence epidemic.
I cried, because people are so busy looking for something to complain about, they don’t count the blessings in their lives. For instance, you are not me! Or, any of the precious people sitting in the infusion room with me. Infusion rooms filled to the brim with pleasant, patient and peaceful people. No politics here! Priorities!
I cried, because too many people have become their own gods. Their own ideas and self-importance supersede consideration of anyone or anything. We have become an deaf society of busybodies. Our motto is, “everyone is stupid, but me.”
Then, too, I cried, because I’m bored. Sometimes, I feel buried alive in this house. I miss working. Miss serving others. Miss making a difference in people’s lives. Miss being in a position to protect those who cannot protect themselves. I miss me.
I cried, because I could. My doctor is a great listener and can keep a straight face when I have a hissy fit about badness and boredom.
I cried, because society as a whole could benefit greatly by having many more great listeners and fewer talkers.
I cried, because my phone rang during my appointment. It was the Red Cross calling for blood donations due to a severe blood shortage.
I cried, because I am a blood user not a donor.
That made me angry, and I cry when I am angry.
Kindness needs a little love once in awhile.
Please, think of others today and give blood!