Mom is sitting on her rolling stool, earphones on, weeding the yard. She knows that I will be watching her closely, as these next 7-10 days her white blood cell count drops and the chance for an infection increases. She submits to privacy violations such as; increased temperature taking, urgings to drink more liquids, and frequent inquiries as to her pain/nausea/digestion/state of mind, not gracefully, but at least dutifully.
Point of fact, during this long chemo treatment process she's put up with almost as many invasions of privacy as US citizens have suffered under the previous 8 years of the Bush Administration, i.e. daily and relentlessly. Except my violations aren't illegal and anti-constitutional.
I will soon go out and ask her to visualize Whirled Peas.
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