Superwoman

As a complement to the man of steel, Supergirl was his equal. She could leap tall buildings, stop a locomotive and all the good stuff. People are not quite like that.

Feeling a bit better, she decided to try a bit of work. It is good for the psyche and adds purpose to a life, right? So off she went for a bit of work. Monday was good with a three hour stint. Everyone was glad to see her and she had a number of well wishers. It was good for the soul.

Tuesday, still feeling fine she went off for the next round promptly at 8:00. I called around noon. I got voice mail. Finally around 12:30 I get a call.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I feel good and its okay."

"You sure? You wouldn't lie to me about this? You still need to take it easy."

"I'm fine, come and get me around 2:00."

Two o'clock came and I picked her up. She was fine but tired and that night she slept like a log. Wednesday she stretched it and Thursday the same. I was not happy but it is her decision. She is not my "patient" and I am not her "nurse". I do however have to deal with her decisions.

Wednesday night our son decided to get drunk, not just a few beers but snot slinging drunk. Drooling drunk, rubber legs and I can't walk drunk. Coming home from the bar he fell down the stairs and was loudly raving. I was up, he was down, his mother was up and worried. Sleep was denied. Finally after a long battle with a drunk and weepy moose calm returned. A few hours later we were up. Thursday, work started late for everyone but work she did. Chemo round two loomed Friday. Picking her up Thursday she looked tired and worn. A meeting dragged on for 3 hours! I had a boss who would hold meetings in a room with no chairs and no A/C everyone was given 15 minutes to state their case and the entire agenda was completed in less than 2 hours for a large hotel staff.

Friday came and chemo starts at 12:30. Work began at 9:00. I promised to be there at 12:30 and I was. She was sitting in the easy chair recliner and looked weak and drained and nauseous. I found out that she had thrown up on Thursday and did not tell me and had thrown up today. Her staff took her down to the infusion center and they were administering fluids and electrolytes to get her up to the point they could perform chemo. I was a bit upset.

"Look superwoman, you have to slow down."

"I know."

"You can't work at the same pace as before."

"I know, I know." (Obviously trying to blow me off.)

"It doesn't do anyone any good if you are here sick and unable to work. You can't even get treatment! What do you think you are doing?"

"I'm going to sleep now."

Chemo normally lasts two hours. Friday took five.