C'mon Over, We Have Oxygen

I just got off the phone with my brother who had his thyroid removed earlier this week, the gland being full of cancer. He has lupus and gets lumps, tumors, anywhere in his body---ten years ago, one was removed an inch from his heart for which he also received preventative radiation. Too much radiation, according to his thyroid doctor, thereby causing the cancer.

His voice is raspy, as was mine after my surgery, but his outlook is good, glad to get rid of it. In ten weeks he has to go back for more radiation. My little brother, the one carried around on a pillow like a small Jesus, suffers more health issues as an adult, yet also has a happier life in that he has a terrific wife, two great kids, a cat and his own home. Maybe. Who am I to say?

Myself, I am going for blood tests to determine if there is any iron deficiency, accounting for the fatigue and memory loss. This is from the very nice young man doctor who has prescribed a CPAP machine for my moderate/severe sleep apnea that I pick up later this week. I can't wait, and am hoping to use the word apocalypse the day after.

My skull: there is a very high arch to the palate of my mouth, which makes the area that my nose has for intake smaller. Large tonsils, a small airway in my throat and a wider neck stop air from entering, so all in all, I haven't seen necessary oxygen levels for anyever. I stop breathing thirty-nine times an hour. This is a relief, a fixable relief, for it means I am not crazy, thank you, and will probably start remembering things like what day it is. I can only hope that it also untangles some of the time constraint mess I have gotten into. Scary part is that some of this is central apnea, meaning my brain forgets to tell the diaphragm to bring in air. Woof.

Anywhateverelse, I present this entry as a record to be referred to in later years, nothing really meant for entertaining here. Apologies to the audience. However, do tuck in under the covers and position the pillow for the best respiration. You will feel fresher in the morning and may even roar the sun up. Watch for a lovely sunrise, the gold and pinks revive senses and tell of garden flowers which sleep themselves under beds of leaves and straw. Oh berries, tell us of your sweet dreamings. Good night.