Author’s note: This is a recollection of my events from a year ago. There is no need to panic.
Something is wrong. I shouldn’t feel exhausted. Maybe it is a side effect of cancer? Or maybe I am still recuperating from my hospital stay? Regardless, I feel very tired.
I have an appointment with a surgeon today. He will go over my case and decide if they should operate. As soon as I get out of the shower I lie down on the bed for a few minutes. I just need to rest. After about ten minutes I get up and finish getting ready.
When I get to the doctor’s office he tells me, “I am quite concerned about your color. You look very jaundiced to me. I don’t think your in the best physical shape to withstand an operation.”
I am disappointed. I had hoped that they could cut the cancer out of me but that is not the case. As I leave the office I collapse into a chair in the main lobby. I sit there, dazed for the next twenty minutes as people walk by, trying to muster the strength to get back to the Jeep.
I leave the office lobby and walk to the garage. I have to walk up the incline to make it to the Jeep. It is maybe a forty-five second walk but it feels like forever. As I walk I can feel my breath giving out and my heart beating in my chest. I am exhausted again by this short little walk. I make it to the Jeep, struggle to climb in and rest for a couple of minute before turning the ignition. I hope maybe this can pass in the next couple of days.