This is where it happens.

Note: I wrote this piece on Thursday, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to share it. I think it may be hard for some to read. But I do want to capture the feeling and insights of that day, so I’m publishing it now. You should understand the setting is two days ago. Also, on Friday I was feeling better – still not great, but better.

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This. This place. This is the place where all that chatter about the “hero’s journey” shifts out of clever metaphor and into something gritty and real. This is where that ‘survivor’ thing really happens.

I feel like crap. Not death’s-door, can’t-lift-my-head-off-the-bed crap, but pretty bad. I was up essentially all night the night before last, often in pain, closeted in the bathroom trying to hang on as my intestinal tract moved from severe constipation to diarrhea through a number of awful phases, including one I described as “the uncontrollable urge to pass a brick.” Not only had the constipating and laxative side effects of my various medications not balanced themselves, they had teamed up to provide some truly awful experiences.

After 16 hours of that, exhausted, sleep-deprived, somewhat dehydrated, we began this week’s Long Day (rads, infusion and doctors appointments all day). The intestinal warfare had mostly ceased, leaving me only with a new feeling of nausea, which my anti-nausea drug wasn’t really helping. At least at the hospital, along with my cetuximab infusion, I was able to get some IV fluids, a dose of another anti-emetic and a nap, all of which helped. I was able to stomach a bit of rich soup for dinner and sleep a hard, deep sleep.

Still, today I am Not Good.

My intestines are still not back to normal, and I’m tired in that way you can get when your body below your sternum has been misbehaving for days. My appetite is off, so while I was finally able to eat something last night, it wasn’t nearly enough, and I wasn’t able to finish my breakfast this morning. I’m feeling more soreness in my mouth as the radiation adds up. My gut is playing a completely audible punk-rock-inspired art assemblage of gurgles and burbles.

I’m tired. I’m sad. I’m in pain.  I’d really like to just curl up in bed and retreat into a safe cocoon. I’d like to nap all day, and cry, and have a day off where I didn’t have to work hard at everything. I just want to quit playing this stupid game that isn’t any fun anyway, and be left alone.

But – this is The Place. This place – I recognize it. This is the place where what I do makes a difference. This is the place where little choices matter, and can have big effects. Here is where you could do one thing, which is what you really feel like doing, and which would be easy and comforting and you have every right in the world to do. Or you can do another thing that will be more difficult and not so clearly rewarding and probably not enjoyable in itself at all. (But, there’s that voice in your head saying it’s important.  (And maybe even Important.) And you get to choose.

And I have chosen. I’m not, much as I sincerely long to, going to curl up in a ball in bed. I drove myself to my damn radiation appointment, and on the way home stopped to buy some bread, in hopes that maybe I’ll be able to get down a piece of toast, and maybe that will help my gut even out. And I’m diligently chewing that toast down right now as I type, even though it hurts way more than it should, because I need the nutrition, and I’m hoping I can maybe get my guts to calm down before I start asking them to cope with PEG feedings.

And instead of going to take a nap, I’m going to be unpacking the boxes of PEG supplies that we had delivered last night, and getting them set up and organized so that maybe I can even try a first run later today, gut or not, because I really, really do need the nutrition, and I need to catch up after the last 24 hours.

And instead of taking time to freak out about how fast it feels like things are changing, and how rapidly I’ve landed in a place where I need IV fluids and supplemental nutrition, I’ll be mixing up some lysine powder in water to flush through my PEG, because that’s supposed to help with mouth sores. And I’ll be logging the toast I just finished (yes!) and the glass of whole-fat milk I had with it (yes!) into my food and fluid log, so we can keep track.

And, because I have the strength, I’m even going to do a load of laundry, because god-dammit I’m still a normal grown-up person who needs to have clean clothes to wear.

This is how we do it. Because even though I feel like crap, the little voice in my head has a good track record. Because maybe after I’ve done all I need to do, there will be time to do something more fun, like a nap. And if I’m lucky, my gut will calm down today, and I’ll get more fuel into the system, and I’ll feel better, in general, and if not, well, … then I’ll keep trying.

Because this is where it happens.

8 thoughts on “This is where it happens.

  1. If you’re up for it, I will be giving you a huge hug (if not several) on Tuesday. Paul Davis, you rock.

  2. My heart aches for you, but mostly my admiration for you is astounding! There is no doubt for me that you will endure it all as a hero!

  3. Paul, you are the Man of Steel, and it’s that moment when Superman is pushing back against the bad guys and their Kryptonite and their horrible drug cocktails, and we don’t really see what’s going on in his Supergut, but still his arms are outstretched and he’s pushing The Evil Awfulness back as hard as he can, and he just wants to rest a minute, but instead he suddenly pushes forward with even more force, and we can see his Supersweat trickling down his Superbrow.

    Damn that Kryptonite, full speed ahead. I just hope there’ll be a clean cape for you in the laundry, my friend.

  4. You are a hero. The only metaphor in my library: Augean Stables. You will prevail.

  5. One. Small. Step. Baby steps up Mount Everest. The victories are in the small steps. And the little choices. A profound truth. Thanks for sharing.

  6. I wish I had words for what’s in my heart… I can only echo those terrific words from Cathryne and Chris G. What strength you have to keep pushing forward, step by step, you’ll reach the summit.

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