Blister In The Sun

When I’m a walking I strut my stuff and I’m so strung out. I’m high as a kite I just might stop to check you out…

Morphine…, Oxy…, Occasional Edibles…, I’ve never ingested so many banned substances in my life! (Yes edibles are different now. Don’t come for me.) Even grabbed a night cap last night to get some sleep. And don’t even get me started on the armada of other other medications I’m taking. I don’t think I’ve ever felt my age until now. I even stopped dying my beard . But I’m healing so it’s all good.

By far the weirdest feeling is running your tongue across where a tooth used to be. It’s so vacant there now. Food chills out in the small space and waves back at me when I open my mouth. . Absolutely terrible for one’s ego. But that can be addressed later when all is said and done. Don’t think my immune system is up for the surgery anyways. But that’s ok because I’m healing.

With all of that said these sores that keep popping up are the worst. They start as blisters. I of course have to open them up so the infection can bleed out and then start to heal. The one on my finger is still there but the ones on my side are healing well. They pop up all over my body and are not showing any signs of slowing down. But that’s ok because they are healing just like I am. And that’s what’s most important.

I’ll leave you with these final thoughts. When I first learned I had stage 2 cancer I thought to myself no sweat. 2 weeks later they diagnosed stage 3. Piece of cake. You haven’t scared me yet doc. Then it got real 2 more weeks down the road and became stage 4. As in curable stage 4. That’s not what they told me. That’s what I ran with. Fighting this disease starts mentally. If your heads not in the game you’ve already lost and I’ve never been the type of person to surrender. I don’t plan on starting now either.

PS. Kudos if you sang the song!