Today. Was. Amazing.
After a week and a half of pain and nausea and fevers, so many bad days in a row, I woke this morning with much less pain, no appetite but no nausea, and no fever!
My brain was entirely clear of fog, as far as a foggy girl can tell, and I was alert as anything.
I decided, then, that I had two choices: either sit in my sick chair all day and get depressed because I could not do anything, or go sit in the office chair and try to write.
I did it! I got three articles done for Deseret!
It was amazing!
I felt liberated, indeed. Writing transports me away from time, wakes my brain in other worlds, and looses me from the pain and sickness. I got through my day of medication without noticing it, and finished the last article just as the pain started pulling me back to mortality.
It was perfect.
I might sleep sixteen hours now, but it was a lovely day that gave me an illusion of productivity, an attempt at participating in the world with the rest of mankind, and was a valiant effort at earning a little paycheck for my family for next month.
Mostly, I got to feel like a writer, instead of just a sick person.
Even my hat, to keep off the chills, was just for eccentricity, right?
Oh, it is happiness to me!
P.S. I haven’t written three articles in one day since the day my mom was killed. In fact, that’s what I was doing when the ambulance called us. So it’s kind of my first day back in a big way, and about time. Maybe we are healing more than just cancer?