An Analogy of my Health

 

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get my ten day break from doctors, nurses and tests. I have a video appointment with a radiologist oncologist at 8 in the morning. Cha ching more money I have to spend. Whip out that debit card and pay for the doc’s Starbucks. I’m guessing it’s about this thing near my brain or maybe even talk about radiation treatments. I am going to tell him my fear of them. I m scared of radiation. It was the catalyst that killed my father in 1988.  Things are different. I know. But still.

I told my grandson about it and his reply was, “Geez, Nennie, you’re like an old car that finally went to a shop.”

What? OMG. Dude. Perfect Analogy.

That’s what I am. When asked why I avoided doctors for so long, I always said once they found something wrong they find everything.

I am that old car. That faithful car that takes you everywhere. It makes noise, but you turn up the radio. I am the car that passes yearly inspections from a local mechanic who tells you what minimum you need fixed, tires, brakes etc.

But imagine you take me, that old car to Firestone or some dealer …

Suddenly brakes and rotors. Are the least of your concerns.

They start finding everything wrong with your faithful 12 year old car. Everything.

This, this, this and this.

That is where I am at.

Every new test, every doctor, I get some new bad car report.

Only difference is I can’t trade myself in. I have to keep fixing what is wrong and hope that it stays fixed until another part breaks down.

And I haven’t even started the repairs, the list keeps going.

Can you tell I am having a frustrating day?

I am.

The bright spot to my day was a fruit arrangement that arrived. It was colorful, tasty and unexpected from my friend Stacy.

A gift to keep my chin up when I want to look down.

Five.

I will allow myself five down days. This was one. Four to go.