|July 23, 2016: The Day That Almost Wasn't
Journal entry by Michael March — 7/23/2016
On Friday July 22, I woke up not feeling very well. I wasn't able to walk up our steps, and eventually we simply called 911. I think it was around 8:30-9:00AM that I was in the ER, and by 10:30AM or so Tammy and I were saying goodbye for the last time. Honestly, I was at ease with it too. I just could not imagine living like that, or getting to that point in a slow, gradual degradation of my own health over the coming 6 months or so. At a more base level, I thought it was better that way, and I was more okay with it than Tammy was. I also think the doctor was a bit shocked, but I was okay with my decision.
At some point in the day they removed the port that was implanted a few weeks earlier, and determined I have a blood infection now, that will take about two weeks of around the clock IVs of antibiotics to clear up. More or less putting my entire cancer fight on hold because this could possibly kill me before the cancer will.
I was moved to a private room from ICU today, July 23. I feel a lot better than I did yesterday, and everyone that have visited on both days said the same thing. Although I know I am still badly damaged and not out of the woods yet, at least I can see the woods from where I am sitting now.
This recovery will be bittersweet, because of the underlying condition. It also cheats me out of a few weeks of the remaining months I have, but life is like that at times. You just learn to roll with the punches.
It has been a long 36-40 hours and over the coming days we might know more about how things are going. I just wanted to let those that are following my journey to be kept up to date by me and to let everyone know I appreciate the kindness I feel from new and old friends. You are all truly touching my heart.
Thanks for your prayers, kind words and thoughts, but for now I just need some mental rest,
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