Back in February, when I was rushed to the hospital and told that I had leukemia, the nightmares began. Very detailed, vampire nightmares that were so scary. Sometimes, I would wake up in the hospital, middle of the night, drenched in sweat. Was it from the nightmare or the cancer? I don't know, maybe a bit of both.
These nightmares were detailed. They were scary. I couldn't fall back asleep and then would think about them the next day. I can see the correlation, though. Nurses were taking my blood and testing it multiple times every day, I was getting blood products, I was just diagnosed with a blood cancer. All makes sense in hindsight. In the dreams I was running, hiding from the vampires. They wanted my blood and wanted to destroy me and everything I love. It was very dark and dreary and run-down, everywhere. Life wasn't the same.
But, the fear I had about vampires seems to be gone now. I just think if they were around, I wouldn't be scared. The same goes for any bad guy-- like an attacker or robber. I wouldn't be scared. I would fight and kick butt. That's right, like a warrior. I feel like cancer has been my personal warrior training. My dear friend told me that daily when I was in the hospital for my induction chemo. "Lisa, this is your warrior princess training." He told me I could do this, and he was right. Here I am, almost September, and I just finished my last round of chemo. I am ready for my 4th bone marrow biopsy coming up in a couple weeks and then maintenance therapy for a year. I can do this. I am in the home stretch.
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