The discovery of a new tumor on my right lung has made my breathing a little more difficult. I find that I can't breath hard. To escape the realities of illness, sometimes I bury myself listening to some old music. I like songs from the 70s, love those from the 80s and 90s. I don't understand most pop music made since the new millennium. I like to sing once in a while, however my voice is scratchy. I can't to seems to hold my breath and the voice always break up. Not that I am a good singer. My guitar is collecting dust. Now I can't even sing along my favorite songs. To borrow a line from ABBA (Thank you for your music), what would life be without a sound and a dance?
Yesterday, towards later in the afternoon, I began to cough again. Again, had a hard cough and noticed the phlegm had blood clots again. This time it was solid and darkish in color. Luckily the coughing stopped towards the evening.
As I was reading Bernard Khoo's blog, Zorro-unmasked, I saw something that I think is appropriate reminder to all the busy people out there. Of course for us cancer patients, it's even more urgent.
Sometimes we guard our feelings
when we should let them go
and tell the special people in our lives
that we care for them so.
One day without warning,
they may be gone,
At every opportunity,
tell those you love
that you care
before the day comes along
and they are no longer there.