Thoughts About Cancer vs. Chemo

   Were you ever in a situation where you were forced to watch some kind of athletic competition between two teams, both of whom you did not like and maybe they were doing a sport you didn't really appreciate?  For instance, imagine Ohio State vs. Nebraska in bowling...or the Green Bay Packers vs. the Minnesota Vikings in a poker tournament.  Who do you cheer for?  I guess I would pick the team I hate the least.
   I feel that way about Cancer vs. Chemotherapy right about now.  I don't like either one and I don't like the game they are playing inside of me, but I hate cancer more so I find myself cheering for chemotherapy.  Another long night last night with frequent interruptions, but each night like that I go through is one less I have to deal with.  Today is Day (-2) so we anticipate a stem-cell family reunion on Thursday.  I have one more day of chemo (today) and then the nurses back off a little and give me a day of reprieve before my little boys all get reintroduced to their friends inside of me.  I am still fat with water retention but have yet to top the 200 lb. mark.  My legs are sore, I cannot breathe as well, and I could whine a little bit more if I let it get out of control.  "This burden is yours again today, God.  I don't want it.  Thanks for taking it.  Amen."
   On to today.  What will I do?  Take my meds.  Walk (remember: 18 laps = 1 mile!) Read a little.  Write a letter.  See my wife (I hope).  Watch television.  Do a crossword puzzle.  Pray.  Drink.  Drink.  Drink.  Take in more chemo.  Nap. Visit the restroom a lot.  Get ready for tomorrow.  Heck, I think that Mississippi State is playing Gonzaga in team pickle ball on ESPN today.  I can hardly wait.