After Travel Blues

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.
Henri Matisse

Ever since I coughed blood in Mexico, I think something is cooking in my lungs. It seems to be congested everyday and yesterday, I cough another blood stained tissue out. The only consolation was that I did not cough fresh blood. Today was also a difficult day for me. After doing my morning enema, I had my breakfast. After that I was having some difficulty coughing that was followed by the slow and irregular heartbeat. Breathing was a little difficult and I lied down to rest. I felt better by lunch time. However, more pain was to come. I was experiencing some pain around my lymph node on left collar bone for the first time when I was doing my afternoon enema. I thought things would be better after this but it was not to be. Immediately after dinner, I suddendly felt the urge to vomit and my stomach was churning for no apparent reason. Breathing slowed down and heartbeat irregular. Again I had to lie down on the bed to rest.

I must admit, despite having 14 months of experience in the Gerson Therapy (GT) at home, I was still not prepared to handle the new routine demanded by the clinic. The 13 hourly juices was too much and I had trouble keeping pace. My mother who is also my caregiver all this while has been supporting me to prepare my lunches and dinners. If not for her, I would have not be able to do the GT. Since coming back from Mexico, I have been requesting her to try some of the new recipes and this have given her even more work. While I can tell she is very happy to help her son to do whatever she can, I on the other hand feel guilty. At her golden age, she is taking care of me instead of the other way around. I am not keeping count and letting these moments flow. You may say mother and son bonding. Someone once told me, if not now, when? Mother, thank you for unrelentless support.