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Just When I Thought It Couldn’t Get Worse…
I get shingles
Shingles is bad enough for a normal person. For someone with cancer though, it can be deadly, because your immune system is compromised. So when I called my oncologist to let them know that my GP (general practioner) had diagnosed me, within a few minutes a triage nurse called. Normally when I call them, someone doesn’t call me back for a couple of hours. They are heavily booked!
When I told the triage nurse that my GP had prescribed antivirals, she calmed down. Up until then, she sounded mildly panicked. I hadn’t realized how serious this was, but it makes sense.
It’s hard to fight off something like shingles if your immune system is compromised. In fact, the reason I probably got it was due to that.
From my perspective, I’m not worried it will kill me, I’m more upset because it HURTS.
I also spent several hours seriously pi**ed at God.
He’s supposed to love me after all, and then He lets THIS happen? Isn’t it enough that I have metastatic brain cancer???
I feel like the father in Fiddler on the Roof, who has heartfelt conversations with the Lord.
Well, I know that Jesus is the Healer. I know He can heal me. And I also believe that there is always a reason for what…
