Dancing on down the cancer road

 

Five days in a row now, the pain has been relentless. 

After the glories of Halloween, where I dressed with Sarah and Che and I got to Trick-or-Treat with them one more time. 

To make it easy, Sarah got me a scooter, which I rode the entire time.

But a few hours, later I can barely walk.  

It hurts to stand. It hurts to sit. Laying down is excruciating. Getting out of bed is worse.  I moan out loud a lot. Everything hurts. 

Sarah and Che double down taking care of me. Their senses are stressfully high, all of the time.  

The pains lessen on occasion but are always there, ready to explode at any second. 

I've heard about the pain of cancer. 

People constantly ask me how's the pain and for the most part I've managed to avoid it, until now. 

I've started fantasizing about harder drugs. 

Planning suddenly seems desperate.  

Thanksgiving, Christmas and the New Year seem far away and unimaginable.  

"I'll get it dad," Che suddenly says, jumping up to grab something I've dropped, "I don't want to see you bend over."

Sarah has to hold me up and carry me as we walk Che one half a block to the school. 

The pain had become relentless.

So we called the pain management experts, Hospice, and I start immediately.  

I look forward to feeling no pain soon. 

Almost 6 years of managing cancer our way, we now need some help, and reached out and immediately got it. 

The next part of our journey begins.  
I hope we get as much out of it as we did the last almost 6 years.  
                            *******

My Celebration of Life delightfully lingers but is coming to an end. Help me make sure Sarah and Che will be fine without me.  

Please consider being part of their future at https://gofund.me/ffda4f4b