Laura's brother Kirk was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin's lymphoma last October. Since then he has had several stints in the hospital, lasting weeks at a time. I just spent two days in bed from a cold and wished I were dead. Time seemed to stand still. I would nod off and seemingly sleep for hours, only to wake and find that fifteen minutes had passed. My head felt like it was going to explode and my lungs felt like they were being ripped out from coughing.
My little interlude into the world of the bed bound has giving me a new appreciation for the life that Kirk has been leading for the past three months. Under normal circumstances, I love being in bed, love to nap, love to sleep. But 48 hours is a bit too much, even for me. Kirk, with his Nelson 'work till you drop' ethic, being bed bound must be pure torture. So, with that said, my hat is off to Kirk for enduring months of life flat on his back, eating (or not) hospital food, having 500 channels of TV with nothing to watch and on top of all that, being tethered to chemicals that zap the very life from you.
Good job, Kirk.
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