I have a dream that one day this body will rise up and live out the true meaning of its immune system: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all leukocytes are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the cells of the white hills of granulocytes, the sons of monocytes and the sons of former lymphoctyes will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of lymphedema, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream....
© 2007 Edward P. Morgan III
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By this point, as you can tell by this and a couple later updates, I’d gotten a little punchy.
This was the week leading up to our thirteenth anniversary. I was pretty stressed about the whole thing because I wanted it to be special for Karen despite what was going on. Unfortunately, this was just the time that the hair loss from chemo kicked in, and we were still learning what to expect after each treatment.
The one thing I think I did right was buying her a lace dress I’d seen while I was out shopping somewhere. Unlike many husbands, I can gauge her size in a pinch. Still, I was nervous that I’d gotten it right. I knew she’s want to wear it if went out that day (which she did). As it turned out, we only got out for coffee and dessert by ourselves. I think it was enough.
Part of my dream was for Karen to feel special and pretty, even during the worst of treatment. More than that, I wanted her to have her come through everything ok. I am fortunate to be living both of those dreams still.
Picture notes: These are copies of some of Karen’s bloodwork from 2007. I’m not sure why we still have them, but they were in with the insurance papers. They give a real sense of how many ways they can analyze the same sample of blood.
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