I love food. Picky as I may be, I love to eat and chemotherapy is disrupting my happy relationship with food. I used to love scrambled egg whites, now they can't even be in the same room as me. Many of the foods that I love are playing hard to get. Once I put them in my mouth, either they are rejected right on site or at a point a little later down the road. Not much has escaped the wrath of cancer and it's side effects. EVERYTHING has been affected on some level, including my eating habits.
I have to say I was in full company with friends and family that came to visit today. I had my Aunt Shelly come by in the morning, although, the nausea medications made me drowsy during her entire visit. At noon, Bob and Sam came by from work bearing lunch and presents and I LOVE presents! I got a coveted Official Red Wings Winter Classic hoodie and a Superman Under Armour tee. I am Superman, or at least I am trying to be. The coolest gift was a black hard cover book that housed a collection of pictures of friends and co-workers, some of whom I've never met before, holding positive messages on dry erase boards. This gift tops them all. Bob even wore a Michigan shirt and incorporated the team's motto into his message to me (Hail Tara), while my Director of Sales, Steve, made his debut in the book in what seems to be a Chip 'n Dale Runway show, no shirt on and strutting like a closer. I'm the closer, Steve! Photoshop works wonders. In all serious though, seeing all of these people who took time out of their day to write messages to me, gather and send them off to get bound into a nice hardcover book, was truly an honor and I couldn't be more grateful to work for such a wonderful company.
I was also paid a visit by Gloria, Megan, Alice, Kristyn, Vicky, Taylor, R.J. and Megan. It was nice to spend the rest of the day and evening with people close to me and to share this journey with them. I still feel like I don't belong here, like I should be visiting someone else, but not here as a patient. Then when friends come and I struggle with the energy to perform minimal tasks, it occurs to me that I am sick. Or when I look up at my IV pole and see six bags of drugs and other liquids being pushed through the tube that leads to my heart, I think, here I am because cancer is killing me, but I am here for a cure.
Good thing is that my taste buds have spared the Motor City Brew Works pizza with chicken, Fontina cheese, and mushrooms on thin crust. Although I only had a small amount, it was quality not quantity that counted. Thank you R.J. for dinner. I also got my first mail delivery at Karmanos! Three cards and one had an iTunes card, thank you Aimee, and the other gift had a wooden, clutch cross to hold onto thanks to Joanne.
Two more days until I receive my bone marrow transplant; two more days until my second chance at life and two more days until my second birthday. As I sign off tonight, with my bestie Megan sleeping next to me because she is just AWESOME like that, I thank God for yet another day to be present in the moment, no matter if its from room 10210.