I got the red chemo first. The scary chemo. The strong one as I was told.
I didn’t get rid of them all, but I did ‘delete’ them to the point of almost feeling great. And just in case my mind didn’t prove to be strong enough, my husband filled the fridge with easy to swallow and digest foods like yoghurt, fruit and juices. He bought what we had learned were good for nausea and diarrhea. Then he prepared rice, stew and bone broth.
So there, we were all set and ready for whatever came my way.
The first 24 hours were as if I had not gotten any chemo at all. I felt ‘normal’. Continue reading
“You have cancer” are powerful words that are nearly impossible to forget even when it’s all over. Though that’s exactly what I said when I found out: So WHAT?
It was December 6, 2013 when I had the last chemo and this body is feeling great again. But the thought of it is right there in the back of my mind and it doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself it’s gone, there’s this voice inside that says “well, maybe”. So, for the time being, I will continue to live life as I have for years: happy and grateful to be here and making each day worth it by sharing my spirit and learning from others.
The very first thing I told everyone I came across with, including the doctor, was: “please, don’t call it mine. It’s not my lump nor my cancer nor my chemo. I didn’t buy any of it nor asked for it so none of it is mine”. Continue reading