Post by Alena Flores on Sept 9, 2013 14:29:50 GMT -5
Time passes entirely too fast. You're going on with life, enjoying everything you can, and then BAM. It slaps you in the face, knocks you to the ground and before you know it.... weeks have passed. Alena sat in a chair, her knees pulled to her chest with a blanket wrapped around her. She couldn't seem to get warm. It didn't matter what she did, she stayed cold... all the time. Her doctor, Dr. Cullen, had suggested warm baths, warm compresses, lots of blankets and comfy pajamas. But it wasn't even cutting it close to helping. She felt like shivering constantly.
Slowly she stood from where she was curled up in her chair and headed to the kitchen of her tiny little apartment and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge; that was all she could stomach lately. They had started chemo treatments, one treatment a week in hopes that they would be able to catch it before it got any worse. She thought that when they said nausea and loss of appetite was normal that they meant only slight; boy was she wrong. All she could stomach was water, and that was only on occasion. She was miserable; she had lost seven pounds in the past week and a half, simply from being unable to eat, throwing up what she did eat and having diarrhea when she didn't throw up. She felt like death, and not even death warmed over. She was alone, she was sick, she was dying... and the only one that gave her solace was her doctor.
A tear slid down her cheek as she sipped from the bottle of water then moved back to her chair, pulling the quilt and electric blanket around her as she did so. Her mind drifted back to Paris, the young man that had spoken to her sticking out in her mind clear as day. He had been so nice, and had looked so confused. Now that she knew what she faced, and how it most likely would end, she regretted not talking to him more. She had never really taken chances, and now who knew if she'd ever have the chance again? She just kept smiling though. God had a reason; he was going to do amazing work through her. Maybe he had done amazing work through her and now her time was over. No one knew but Him. And in Him, she trusted completely. She just wished he hadn't thought her as strong as he did.
And there she sat, for the rest of the day, until she went back in later that evening for her newest doctors visit. They were doing more tests, more blood work, and she couldn't wait to get it over.
Slowly she stood from where she was curled up in her chair and headed to the kitchen of her tiny little apartment and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge; that was all she could stomach lately. They had started chemo treatments, one treatment a week in hopes that they would be able to catch it before it got any worse. She thought that when they said nausea and loss of appetite was normal that they meant only slight; boy was she wrong. All she could stomach was water, and that was only on occasion. She was miserable; she had lost seven pounds in the past week and a half, simply from being unable to eat, throwing up what she did eat and having diarrhea when she didn't throw up. She felt like death, and not even death warmed over. She was alone, she was sick, she was dying... and the only one that gave her solace was her doctor.
A tear slid down her cheek as she sipped from the bottle of water then moved back to her chair, pulling the quilt and electric blanket around her as she did so. Her mind drifted back to Paris, the young man that had spoken to her sticking out in her mind clear as day. He had been so nice, and had looked so confused. Now that she knew what she faced, and how it most likely would end, she regretted not talking to him more. She had never really taken chances, and now who knew if she'd ever have the chance again? She just kept smiling though. God had a reason; he was going to do amazing work through her. Maybe he had done amazing work through her and now her time was over. No one knew but Him. And in Him, she trusted completely. She just wished he hadn't thought her as strong as he did.
And there she sat, for the rest of the day, until she went back in later that evening for her newest doctors visit. They were doing more tests, more blood work, and she couldn't wait to get it over.