As I sit typing while watching Hoda and Kathie Lee on the Today Show, I think, "I feel pretty good. My body is slowly healing on its own."
But then I can no longer hold Betty at bay. She is barking and nudging me and crying out, "What's going on, Mom? Why haven't you fed me?" I take a few tentative steps. So far so good. I descend the stairs. No problem. I reach the kitchen and start gasping for air. I feed Betty and gather food for myself. I collapse in a chair.
I climb back up the stairs and, by the time I reach the top, I'm trying desperately to get enough oxygen into my lungs.
As bad as that may sound, I think I'm doing a little better than yesterday. And I'm definitely doing better than the weekend.
I won't need to exert myself for another two hours, when I'll start getting ready for my afternoon scans and x-rays at CoH.
Tomorrow I'll return at 10 am for pulmonary testing, appointment with pulmonologist, blood draw and, finally at 2 pm, another visit with Dr. Forman.
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FOR A RIDE TO THE CITY OF HOPE
WHEN BREATHING IS NOT SO EASY.
Not transferable. For Smookie only.
Some restrictions apply. Susan does not get to pick the radio station and will not be allowed sing along to hair-band ballads from the '80s. She will not hang her head out the window and taunt bikers sporting demonic tattoos. No detours allowed, except to consume high-calorie foods.
Please give your driver as much advance notice as possible.
Susan, I'm pretty sure I would have been hospitalized if I were in your condition. As bad as this may sound, you may have to rent a room at hotel Hope again. I think for the time being, it might be a good idea. You shouldn't be feeling this badly.
I'll also volunteer to drive you! Please take care and let me know how the appointments go!
Worried about you. love, n
Hi Susan:
As we say in the "hood" we be prayin' for you."
I hope you called the Paula L. Johnson limo service.
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