Dear Cancer, In 2008, you reared your ugly head. I always knew you would. Eventually. At 28 it was daunting to hear. I went from a wife and mom just living her life, to being scared and constantly plastering fake smiles to my face. Eventually, you just became the norm. I lived life among the
We are finally hitting the end. This last month has been an emotional rollercoaster for me and my poor family probably wants to strangle me by now. I knew from the beginning that 6 rounds was very probable, but you still hold out hope that it will be less. Especially with results like mine immediately after
I’m trying to play catch up, so unfortunately this post won’t be as complete as my Round 1 and Round 6 posts. 3 of the rounds went pretty smoothly and then round 5 hit. Round 5 has been the worst so far. Go figure…you would think by then, your body would be accustomed to the barrage of toxic
June 18 :: Stick number 1,226,367 of this 6.5 year journey.
June 5 :: I was so exhausted yesterday from not sleeping Tuesday night (stupid steroids), I even slept through chemo. Came home and took a short nap before life resumed. Went to bed at 10:30pm last night and now I am wide awake. Last day of chemo for round 3 today along with that evil neulasta injection.
June 3 :: Day 1 of round 3 of chemo. Trucking along.
May 13 :: Interview with the Vampire. Again. It’s a very good thing needles don’t phase me.
May 10 :: My new best friends. A warm bath for the pain and a Scōp patch for the nausea.
May 8 :: Chemo round 2 is complete! Super tired and praying for none of the yucky side effects from last time but ecstatic to be two down!