This past week has been another long one at work.
We’re just over two weeks away from picking a jury in the case that I have been
working on since before my diagnosis. I feel a substantial amount of
responsibility to my co-workers and client to do what I can in helping
to prepare the case, even though I have taken myself out of any speaking
role at the trial.
Consistent sleep still remains elusive, and I find
that each day my state of mental alertness declines quickly, like running XP on a laptop
with an old battery. In the mornings, I have power, but boot up slowly, and it feels like takes forever to do something. At some point, I lose power and my memory is zapped. The trouble is, I
don’t know when that moment will come each day. I feel like I am no
longer a reliable cog in my firm’s legal machine. I don't like being the weakest link.
Next Tuesday, I go up to Fox Chase for another
round of scans. I’ve tried to not think about it, but October 2 has been looming
larger in the shadows of my mind. It’s hard not to think what if, or
have some trepidation. One the one hand, I think that I mentally have
accepted the chance that the scans could show the cancer has metastasized
into a solid tumor somewhere in my body. On the other hand, that news
would remove the benefit of the doubt in which I currently live. What
is better: the bliss of ignorance, or the knowledge that science
provides? I have sought the latter, but at times wish that I could
escape the consequences of that knowledge. But closing my eyes and
holding my breath won’t make my cancer go away.
I’ve told a couple of my partners that, if the
scans are positive, I won’t be going back to work at all. I think I mean
that, but I really don’t know. I have not really dwelt on it.
We pray for the best for you in all! You are in our prayers every day! We love you!
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