I was on my knees playing with Sully in a snowstorm. It was a cold and gray vignette, and the snow was coming down hard. The strong wind blew snowflakes onto our faces that stung, and as we pushed together mounds of snow it became very cold. At one point I looked over and saw that Sully's body had become frozen stiff. He stopped moving and his flesh was solid like ice.
He was gone.
I wasn't sure how or if I could fix him. I went inside the house, for what reason I'm not sure. I stood there for a moment confused, and then went back outside.
I looked at him frozen, now with huge layers of ice covering his body.
I wrapped my arms around him and tried to pull the ice off of him. When I did his head came off, and I panicked.
I held his head in my arms trying to make sense of what had just happened. I ran my fingers underneath his decapitated head and to my dismay the inside of his neck was soft flesh, it wasn't frozen like the rest of his body.
I cried.
I woke up and sat up in bed, my heart racing.
Another one of the many bizarre nightmares I've had over the past year.
Sully had a 10 day break from chemo recently and spent most of that time visiting his grandmother in Saratoga. He didn't do much because his immune system is still not at 100 percent, but he enjoyed the change in scenery and seemed refreshed when he returned home.
This past Monday he told me he was out of breath and asked me if it was from the chemotherapy.
"No, it's because you spend almost all of your free time on the X-box" I told him.
"Maybe I should start working out again" he said.
"Good idea, we'll start tomorrow"
"But my platelets are low I don't know if I'm supposed to do that."
"You're fine, you just can't bang up your body" I replied.
So with that we started an easy routine of running and calisthenics. Hopefully he will stick with it.
His birthday is April 14th.
I can't believe it hasn't even been a year yet. He was diagnosed last May with B-cell lymphoblastic leukemia with Philadelphia signature.
He is happy. I am happy. F#ck cancer.
<
0 comments:
Post a Comment