No Alarms And No Surprises, Please
A Heart That's Full Up Like A Landfill Chemo bye-week. Its quiet. I am laying on the McCrosky mattress while Jenny is in the living room watching the Friends Reunion. If I'm honest, things are strange here. Not bad strange, just strange. Maybe we are just a microcosm of our times. Snippets of the actor's voices waft into this room from the tv Jenny is watching. Mixed with this are sounds of Abby's show that is playing in the kitchen, turned up loud enough to be heard over the whirr of the Kitchen-Aid , and the dog's nails clicking down the hardwoods as he leaves the room, each step sounding like a slim branch hitting a window as it sways in the wind. Alexander cutting the Gordian knot As I lay here collecting my thoughts, Jenny texts, asking if I think she should take more pain meds. Her pain is rising again. I tell her I do think so if she is in pain, and suggest she discuss it with the palliative care docto...