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5/26/2016

NOPE NOPE NOPE…………….YUP YUP YUP…………..

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As i have said  ( or i least i think i did) one of my my fav parts of the clinic is the random catwalk overlooking the super sad lobby. Which for me was transformed by my quick visit with my OPH's 
                   
                         ( own personal hero's - which by the way you should become one.)

Liza was appalled that i was (i think) again singing ' On the Cat Walk' - badly - and moonwalking - while waving to the nearly dead - the not dead and the soon to be dead… thankfully like the local cable TV  station included in your likely overpriced package  - no one was watching...

​Whew. i am rarely invisible.  A quiet pause. Then my name was called by such a kind faced - but let's get this done  nurse - - - and my attitude - fuelled as it was by my quick chat in the lobby --- and my amazing cheerios filled gratitude journey was waning…. fading into… a happy but nervous place full of purple - yellow and blue - people? Fictional but powerful OPH's - my mind was speeding  backwards and i was very confused…. 

25 years of residual angst --- my Mom…her pain…her courage…her death…my death…? These thoughts overtook me and my fear - my pain - was inching  into my bones and crawling up my spine...

Crawling up your shins the way socks do when you are on a transatlantic flight - Suffocating your feet and clenching your calves so your toes throb  Enter the Evil thoughts that have been walking  about your mind for decades - all uninvited - scraping their well heeled muddy stained boots on your welcome ( whatever will be will be ) mat - Then doubt - Edging up in stealthy silent creep - as nasty cats  - do before they back up  - pose and pee all over your front door… leaves you feeling - 

Well  - that senseless fear that you plucked one eyebrow too high and now look speechless perplexed - the fear that makes you feel feel feel feel about five five five yrs old - and that becomes the only touchstone you have… and you wish you were once the remote again - so your Dad would say -

"Get up and change that channel  mouse - let's find something fun!"

 But there is no Dad - you have to change your own channel  

​Thus at  five feet into the chemo room - with Liza and the nurse five feet ahead and disappearing quickly into the  beep beep beep - fries are up - cafeteria of chemical  infusions - i snapped the dial  and the muppets  hankfully -  arrived  to save the day.    

Good things also come in three's. 

As i was stalling - marching in place -  i just kept saying "Nope Nope Nope" The familiar bodiless brown fur bags -  That say 'Yup Yup Yup' - jumped  onto my chemo doorstep - with all their curiosity - ran right into my racing pacing mind - and tuned me back into the kid who has no fear - and loves loves loves - life.

Let's get his done indeed.






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