Perspective

Amazing how perception and perspective walk hand in hand. 

Today, with some anxiety we went to Sherry's 10:00 am appointment to do the radiation simulation at the Cancer Center, followed by an 11:40 appointment with the Oncologist.  Our near future balanced on the fulcrum of whether or not treatment (radiation and chemotherapy) would indeed benefit Sherry, or if the rigors of enduring these processes would not equate with the benefit. 

All of the nurses and doctors commented on how good Sherry looked today.  I thought it was the teal blue rayon turtle neck, but their basis of comparison was late last Friday afternoon when Sherry was unable to bear any weight on her left leg.  Now she could stand on the scale to be weighed, and walk using her walker.

We were given a schedule for 6 weeks of radiation therapy, plus chemo therapy will start tomorrow, hopefully using a new drug that should be easier on Sherry.  We left the Cancer Center merrily, merrily, finding humor in the irony of being happy about getting radiation and chemo therapy.  We hoped that the 6 week schedule was a promise.

We were told by the radiologist to think of food as medicine, something we had already learned from reading Michael Pollan, so we celebrated with a gourmet lunch of chicken cattiatore with homemade pasta (now the benchmark for the best pasta I have ever eaten), fresh green salad, and fresh pressed apple cider.  Good medicine indeed, that weighs heavily on the scale.  Just what the doctor ordered.