The last couple of weeks have been both difficult and good. The anxiety of waiting on my dad’s surgery was super stressful, especially from afar. Thankfully, he is doing fantastic and does not need chemo! Huge relief. I skipped chemo last week because my brother and nephews were in town. What a wondrous feeling it was to have an entire week off and spend time with family! My fingers started to heal, my digestion improved, and my fatigue lifted. Best of all, I got sweet kisses from the boys. Certainly the best thing that has come out of this experience is how pure and lovely normal moments are. For certain.
The downside of taking a week off was having to go BACK. Maybe it was because my wonderful brother was here for me all week or maybe I just needed to let down, but there was a lot of crying and wishing I could quit chemo. It’s like taking a glorious shower after being dirty for months and then having to jump back into the mud. Blerg. I will continue, of course, but oh so tempting….
Many people have told me how much they have learned about cancer from these posts and I’m glad to share what it’s like. Lesson learned: the end of chemo is the worst. The anxiety at the beginning sucks balls, no doubt. But it’s at the end when the chemo builds up, that’s tough. Your body feels beaten down along with your spirit. I get tired out of the blue, so tired my body feels like lead. I fell asleep in the middle of a UCSD cooking class (geared towards patients – I was not teaching it!) I get dizzy. My nails are tender and a funky brown. I’ve fended off the painful neuropathy in my fingers but dread it’s return. Before my week off, it was affecting my toes too which makes it uncomfortable to walk. Starting to get chemo eyes (usually dark brown circles but mine are red). Itchy, dry eyes, metallic taste in my mouth, no appetite. All the crap you hear you about but never think you’ll actually experience. But one shining light, I still have eyebrows and quite a few eyelashes. Stubborn Jewish hair finally comes in handy!!
I realize this is not a beauty contest. But it’s still hard for me to catch myself in the mirror while in public and realize that’s ME. This is happening to ME. For some reason, it’s been hitting me harder this past week than before. I have CANCER. I’m getting CHEMO. They don’t know if it will COME BACK. I’m a PATIENT ALL the time. My Rite Aid pharmacists call me by NAME. For Pete’s sake, I have my oncologist under FAVORITES on my phone. How much does that suck? I can’t wait to move THAT back to my general contacts list.
I had a couple of weeks where I didn’t cry but this past week, I couldn’t stop. I just want to quit the chemo so bad!
I really, really try to remain upbeat. I try to focus on the many positives in my life. But I confess, I’m envious seeing the happy summer vacation photos posted (please keep posting them because it does make me happy to see everyone having a good time!! Helps me visualize MY happy photos coming soon…just being honest about the twinge of envy). I’m jealous of people that have their health intact, hair on their head, laughing with drink in hand. I know all those posts are just glimpses into a much larger story – nobody posts the huge fight about lost luggage or the boredom after dinner. But I’m jealous of even those moments. Why? Because they are everyday life. If you’re fighting about luggage, then you’re not fighting for your life. And I envy that. I want it back so badly. I don’t care how badly my fingers or toes hurt, I will crawl my way back to good health. I will go on vacation without a care in the world very, very soon. I will sit on the beach and drink too many margaritas and jump in the ocean, laughing. And I will fight about luggage again one day…. I can do this.
This was written on August 15, 2014 – I had one month of four treatments left at this point.