One month post stem cell transplantation!
The “Wizard of Oz” used an interesting cinematographic technique by
commencing and ending with the mundane scenes from Kansas in
black-and-white, whereas the fantastic middle portion utilized brilliant
and sharply contrasting colored scenes. My amazing adventure into and
through the valley of the shadow of death was colored in just the
opposite manner. Those portions of my treatment prior and subsequent to
the transplantation were vividly colorized, whereas the hospitalization
was as bleak as the setting of Babette’s Feast or southern Sweden as
filmed in the Wallander series. The anticipation of the transplant was
as classical an example of an approach-avoidance conflict as marriage.
Once the hemlock was administered, there could be no turning back. But
my engraftment was swift and dramatic, allowing me to be discharged
about 5 days earlier than most other patients. I rested for several days
in the hotel in St. Louis before our daughters flew in from Burlington
and Las Vegas. We were rewarded with spectacular weather which we
enjoyed during afternoons in the botanical gardens and the world famous
zoo and at sidewalk cafes on “The Hill,” the Italian section of St.
Louis, and throughout the Central West End District adjacent to the
hospital and our hotel. I forgot to buy a baseball cap and so my newly
bald head was sunburned. Ceiling lights reflected on my reddened scalp
giving my short gray hairs an eerie pink cast, making me think of myself
as an Easter chickee peep. My grandson, Noah, who is a freshman at
Washington University in St Louis, gave me a Wash U cap which I both
needed and wanted.
The wonderful world of bright colors
resumed upon discharge from the hospital to the hotel. I had feared that
the chemotherapy had killed my taste buds until I had my first
wonderful meal with pasta and butterflied shrimp on the Hill, al fresco,
toasting in the afternoon sun. The bland hospital food had nearly bored
my taste buds to death, but they had not died. Meals thereafter became
the highlight of my days and evenings. The drive back to Savoy included
the plethora of colors from the autumn leaves and the ripening crops. I
had safely navigated the most treacherous part of my cancer journey,
with the assistance of many prayers and kind thoughts from so many
caring friends.
But now the colors are different, not as
vibrant as before. I realize that I have been changed by this
experience. I look at life a little more seriously now and am less free
with my rapier wit and invaluable opinions about everything.
Hi Beth, I was actually just checking out a few of your posts and had a quick question about your blog. I was hoping you could email me back when you get the chance, thanks!
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