Chemo is one mean son of a bitch. It can destroy your taste buds, or kill your appetite but maybe neither. For me it’s been a little nausea until now, last night each muscle in both shoulders and arms tied themselves into a variety nautical knots and refused to untie. The pain wasn’t excruciating but it sure was relentless, so I am now on pain meds for this condition and gratefully so I might add.
So my spiritual growth, if any, has been difficult to monitor. The last few weeks it’s all been physical, hemoglobin, insulin, blood sugar, white and red blood counts ad nauseum. Perhaps cancer was meant to be a full physical experience combined with the mental and spiritual and you get to focus on what needs attention at the moment. Maybe my spiritual focus is to see beyond the discomfort and pain and focus on my spirit instead.
If anyone has any pointers in this regard it would be greatly appreciated.
Regardless of my physical state my spirit is always free to roam…
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