I wouldn’t wish cancer on my worst enemy. Actually, I really don’t know what cancer feels like. What grief I’ve suffered is 100% a product of my treatment!
This weekend was particularly tough. We time my chemotherapy so the side effects don’t show up until Saturday. Helaine and I were prepared.
We did the best we could in a shitty situation. I was fatigued in a way difficult to explain. Any motion meant great effort.
Helaine kept me hydrated and with enough food in my belly to keep my blood sugar up. I can’t imagine doing this solo.
It’s Monday now. I’m mostly recovered, certainly enough to be functional and working.
Two more of these to go. They won’t be easier.
All through my journey I’ve claimed I’m doing nothing special. It’s nothing more than following doctors orders, right?
This weekend I traded emails with my of the folks shepherding my care. “Aren’t I the norm,” I asked?
No, it’s not what everyone does at all!! Unfortunately, many people don’t go through this with your attitude or outlook, no matter how excellent or poor their prognosis is. Don’t get me wrong, I meet a lot of inspiring and courageous people here everyday, but, attitudes and outlooks like yours are not plentiful. I agree you are doing yourself a huge benefit by choosing to be positive, I wish everyone could find that within themselves, it’s invaluable during these trying times.
Total surprise. I had no clue.
Some of you reading this are in a similar situation to me. Having the right attitude will help you get through it easier. Make the commitment.
The treatments are still going to suck, but it’s Monday and I don’t remember much of what transpired (mostly sleeping or laying in bed). And after nearly a year the end is in sight.
Make no mistake, I can handle this. Anyone can.