I would take more photos to show everyone what Tel Aviv looks like, my room, the other side of my room, maybe the eastern corner of my room, perhaps if things get really crazy--the bathroom, but there is not much to write home about. It's a generic white hotel room, a room that I will be stuck in for the next month, a thought that fills me both with dread and a very small sigh of ok then.
Breathe with me, would you? Inhale as the image above expands; exhale as it contracts. Loosely focus your eyes on the image without
concentrating too hard. Go for as long as you feel comfortable and if
your breath begins to become out of sync with the image, that's ok. It's all ok, ok?
After all, my only job right now is to just breathe. Inhale, exhale, I can do this. Hell, I am doing this. Today was my 2nd day of Campath administered by an excruciatingly slow drip into my picc line. The Campath has given me a terrible headache and I feel crazy dizzy. A little nauseated, but other than that I am fine so far. Inhale, exhale, it is going to get so much worse.
I have Friday and Saturday "off" which is good because it is Shabbat, and the whole city slows down from just before sunset on Friday until just after sunset on Saturday. Shabbat is a day of rest and spiritual enrichment, and while I know there are a thousand things more important than this, Shabbat means that most stores are closed, many Jewish people do not drive during Shabbat, and turning electrical devices on or off is prohibited as a melakhah. There is even a Shabbat elevator here in the hotel. During Shabbat, this elevator stops automatically at every floor, allowing people to step on and
off without having to press any buttons as that would be touching an electrical device. Some Orthodox also hire a "Shabbos goy," a Gentile to perform certain tasks prohibited by Jewish religious law during Shabbat.
Anyway, my dad and I have some wilds plan for Shabbat that include putting together a 15,000 piece jigsaw puzzle and listening to Serial on Podcast. Then Sunday I have my Bone Marrow Aspiration and two days of high dose chemo. Inhale, exhale, that's all I need to do right now.
Wait! I do have one more thing I need to do. Samira, the head nurse at CTCI--she is smart, kind and funny as hell. At our first meeting with me and my dad, she was telling my dad that he does not look
72, that he is so handsome. I told her that in the States we call that a Silver Fox, and without missing a beat she said it should be Silver Fucks. Needless to say, she is my people. Anyhoo, Samira came up with an idea today that before discharging someone she is going to make them dance with the nursing staff and she will make a video of it. So between now and roughly 30 days from now I need to decide on my song. I'm thinking something bad ass but happy...but not Happy. Suggestions?