Today was perfect. No, my pain didn't vanish; it actually took a small step forward to my delight. Unfortunately, I am still not on the list for discharge, yet. What made today perfect had nothing to do with my medical progression. Today, I spent the day with my dad. He came up late morning and we just hung out, him and I. He made his Keurig coffee and read the newspaper while I worked on my laptop for a while. We just did our thing; no conversation needed.
We decided to switch lunch up a bit, after mine came up to the room from the cafeteria and it seemed that some meatballs found their way into my vegetable soup. We chose Detroit Coney One delivery and watched the television show, Suits, On Demand. Turns out, I am behind, a couple episodes, and the new episode airs tomorrow on USA. So dad and I had a picnic lunch by the window in my room, laptop open to stream the show and watched two episodes of Suits. We even managed a few laps around the unit along with meeting one new patient along the way.
No one ever wants to be confined to a hospital unit and room for weeks or months. I get mail here, literally, and at times I feel like I really am a resident here. I haven't seen the outside of this unit or hospital building since July. If I think of this situation that way, it makes me insane, so that I why I try so hard to decorate my room with cards and gifts that people have sent me to make the walls that I see everyday look more like "Tara." They are covered in Detroit sports posters, pictures of family and friends, and whatever else I can think of to kill the monotony.
Life should never be monotonous. God didn't give us the gift of each new day to waste it away, making little use of the blessings He's given us to share with the world. Even if it's only sharing with one person. That one person you might touch could potentially made a positive mark on their soul, forever. Just like today with my dad and I. He made a mark on my heart that I won't ever forget. It was time with my dad, eating coney and watching Suits in the hospital room. Nothing is "normal" about going through this "cancer stuff" and nothing can make it go away, but certainly life must be lived, despite the circumstances. Love should be shared and that is the most important thing to remember as long as we have time here on Earth .
Thank you dad for your company, loyalty, and love for your daughter. I had the best day with you.