I had my last chemotherapy treatment today. I made it through 20 long weeks! The staff and my nurses at Epic Care were wonderful, as always. As I finished my infusion they came out with pompoms and an award and gave me a cheer. It was embarrassing, but fun! The woman sitting next to me today was having her very first chemo infusion. She had the same disease, and the same chemo regimen. I was really happy to tell her that it was nowhere near as bad as I had feared it would be. The drugs are good. Take them and you won’t suffer from the unremitting nausea and vomiting chemo used to be known for. She had her concerns and had done her research, and had a good plan. Then I told her how wonderful the staff at the clinic were, and how they made chemo actually pleasant. For some reason everybody, including the staff, laughs when I say that. But really, the infusion is not painful or uncomfortable in itself. For me it was a time to relax, read, nap, be taken care of.
I expected to dance out of my last chemo and start celebrating immediately. I was given the all clear to enjoy some foods that have been denied me for awhile, and I considered that I needed to go out to a couple of restaurants and do that. I guess I forgot that on the last day of chemo I actually received chemo! It decided to remind me that it wasn’t all pleasant. Very, very tired today, a little achey, even a little nauseous. My brain has turned to complete mush. I can’t tell you how many times I have walked out to the other room today, only to say, “Why am I here?” once I got there. But I know by tomorrow I will be feeling better for the most part. In a couple of days I am starting a cleanse to get all the toxins out of my body. The happy dance is coming soon.
I was glad to have a woman having her first chemo sitting next to me this morning. If there is one thing I want to come out of my experience, it is to be able to say to others who are heading into it, “Don’t be afraid.” Yes, there are side effects to chemo, but for most of us, most of the time, they are manageable. Life goes on, with a few extra naps, and a few less food choices.
I had ordered a new necklace through the internet, and it just arrived today. It is a mommy and baby elephant. Have I mentioned how much I love elephants? Probably not. Well, now you know. Better yet, it is made of dragonglass! More commonly known as obsidian this side of the Seven Kingdoms, dragonglass kills the Others, the White Walkers who are coming to destroy the world. Interestingly, it created them as well, as when it was plunged into the hearts of humans that is what they transformed into. In the opening episode of this most recent series, those who were reading over Sam’s shoulder also discovered that it is a cure for greyscale, a fatal disease in which all of a man’s (or woman’s, or child’s) skin is turned to stone. I was planning on slaying a few demons and being healed, so a little bit of dragonglass coming along right now can’t hurt, can it?
So here is my current plan. I am going to spend every day marking how much better I feel than the day before. In between chemo and radiation, I hope to be able to recapture just a little bit of strength in my muscles. I am going to mark each and every way I feel better. And I will spend a little time every day studying my hair to see how it is growing. Already I have a blanket of peach fuzz on my head, as you can see in the above picture, some of it long enough to make little drifts over the top of the temples of my glasses! I have gotten to really hate scarves and head covers, so I am anxious to never have to wear them again!
When I get to radiation, since I have to be there every single day, I plan to take my laptop and go to a coffee shop afterwards. I don’t have LTE on my laptop, so I won’t be tempted by Facebook. I will have to concentrate on Word, and the two books I have swirling around in my head waiting to take form on the page. If you are one of my praying friends, or one who sends puffs of positive energy, I’d appreciate that now. I’m not sure which book to concentrate on first, and while they are swirling they are not fully formed. I need all the help I can get to bring them to birth. I am also taking recommendations for coffee shops in the Dublin area, since that is where I am having radiation therapy.
Meanwhile, as best I can, I will wait and see. I will try to live in each moment rather than in fear of the future. There is one thing I know, and that is that life can turn on a dime. You can wake up one morning and when you go to bed that night your entire world will have changed. Sometimes, those changes are even for good. I believe in those things. I’ve had a little voice in the back of my head that has said several times, “Something really good is going to happen.” I generally shush it, calling it wishful thinking, the fantasies of someone right before they drown maybe. But I’m going to listen instead, embrace it, be open to it. However big or however small, I am certain that something really good is going to happen, and I will be grateful.
Thank you all for your support through this part of my journey. It means more than you could know. I love you all.