The pain…is bad. The friends…are good. The love…is all around me. I can feel it.
The pain really never subsided last night. But my oncologist called a few minutes ago and wrote me a scrip, which
WhyDaddy WonderDaddy is off filling right this minute. Hopefully, this will take some of the pain away. And if it doesn’t, why I’ll just go see her tomorrow and get something stronger.
I don’t need to be a hero. I’ll take the pain meds. Pain meds are good. They may not be natural, but…pain isn’t natural. It means there’s something wrong. And while we fix it (yay, chemo!), I’m going to use all the weapons in my arsenal to fight it.
And that includes brownies (thanks, WonderDaddy) and chocolate chip cookies (thank you, Stimey!) and distractions (thank YOU for the comments and good cheer!) and babysitting (thanks to Grammy and Granddad). I’m using all the tricks today.
I’m also compiling a list of the places that this post has been. So far, over TWENTY of you have crossposted the information and/or linked back here to tell your friends and readers about IBC. Others have sent it to their friends over email or posted it at the gym. My aunt is even getting a newspaper article written. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. Huzzah!
And Second Life. I had never entered the virtual world of Second Life (think of it as virtual reality, without the funny helmet) before two nights ago, but it’s already becoming a refuge for me. In Second Life, I can go to the BlogHer conference. I can walk around the exhibit hall. I can attend the cocktail party tomorrow night and laugh and chat with other blogging mamas who couldn’t go this year, for one reason or another. I can wear my prettiest clothes, and high heels, and a tiara on my bald little head if I want to do that. And I do.
Right now, in Second Life, I’m relaxing in a champagne glass of bubbles over at Karen‘s booth in the exhibit hall, watching the sun rise.
This afternoon, in Second Life, I’m going to learn to fly.