Two weeks ago everyone in the family was struck down with various ailments and afflictions. No time to sit around feeling sorry for myself. Everyone else was in a much worse state! Sore heads, sore livers, sore lungs, sore shoulders, you name it. Still, at least we were in sync. We were all quarantined in our respective homes at the same time, so at least it was ‘convenient’. For me at least, less so for others.
First up, Dad was hospitalised with a migraine. It was so bad, he couldn’t stop throwing up for five hours straight. After a night in ER, he came home and stayed in bed for three days. At the same time, my grandparents’ bronchial coughs returned, meaning it was too risky for me to see them in my immuno-compromised state.
Needless to say, this delayed my scheduled move-in with my dad and my grandparents by about a week. But, they weren’t the only ones who were crook. The on-and-off pain in my right-side amped up quite considerably. A combination of strained-muscles overcompensating for my weak left-side, PMS cramps, stress of moving, indigestion, constipation and possible liver-tumour pain. This, along with my sore left shoulder, meant I was in no position to pack up and move.
Unfortunately, this put more strain on mum. I was now completely incapable of doing anything. However, Mum’s shoulder was also hurting; an old weak spot that always flared up during times of stress. It had gone from hurting on-and-off for the last two months, to being in constant pain. My brother wasn’t around to ease the burden either; he had his own troubles working 12-hour days, seven days a week, on site in Queensland.
By the weekend, Mum admitted she was about to have a nervous breakdown. It was written all over her face. Luckily, my stress/PMS/liver cramps had eased enough for me to pack. And my dad and grandparents were well enough to come pick up my suitcase, home office, research files and organic food boxes. They then unpacked everything for me and I was able to slide into my second home the following week.
Of course, I’d be lying if I said that week was full of lows. There were a good many highs also. I received some lovely packages and postcards in the mail from the U.S., Melbourne, Europe and Adelaide, as well as a surprise visit from interstate friends. I read some wonderful spiritual books which filled me with strength and peace. I also read about another cancer treatment called Phenergam – a pharmaceutical approach that I’m not totally into – but it’s always nice to know you’ve got options.
Everyone always says ‘sleepy ole Perth’, but in my neck of the woods, there’s never a dull moment. If there’s anything I’ve learnt from a week of sickies, you just have to roll with the punches. You can’t control everything, and if you try to, you’ll only get angry, stressed and frustrated. (It’s these negative emotions which are stored in the liver.) So, I’m going to try and practice a little equanimity. The good, the bad, the ugly, whatever life throws my way, I’m open to it.