A full week of 'Will I be put into hospital or not?' In order not to overly worry, I keep remembering the spiritual song sung by the slaves way back when:
I'm gonna lay down my picks and shovels
Down by the riverside,.................
I ain't gonna worry no more, no more,
I ain't gonna worry no more, no more,
I ain't gonna worry no more, no more,
I ain't gonna worry no more, no more!
If worrying will help me, believe me I am the first to worry. But since it doesn't, I keep singing this song over and over to myself changing the first verse to:
'I'm gonna put down my worries and woes'
I keep hoping that the oral anitbiotics will do the trick to heal this infection, but so far not. So I just live daily as much as I can with optimism. My next series of chemo has been put off until this issue is resolved. It seems now that after this Shabat, they will decide one again whether I need to be hospitalized for an infusion of high dosages of an antibiotic. I am like a child dreading any new needle into my arm. There is so much bravery, but now I am running low on trusting a clerk/nurse to be careful.
Oh well, today is what we have. The anticipation of Shabat, of somehow enjoying what we can while we can.
I wish any readers a good week-end, lots of good health coming your way, and for a peaceful mind.
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