These last few days before the bone marrow transplant are feeling rather strange, so I find myself processing, in ways both nurturing and slightly less so.
Realizing it was my last chance for at least a month, I took a chance on a local salon and enjoyed a wonderful pedicure. I especially enjoyed having my feet encased in plastic bags filled with some sort of heated and scented oil. A wonderfully nurturing treat.
Slightly less nurturing is the way I find myself reverting to “treating” myself with less-than-optimal food choices. But I refuse to make a big deal about it because I know it’s just a temporary coping mechanism.
And this too shall pass.
