When going through miserable times, such as chemo therapy, it’s important to find ways to pull through. I found one, quite unexpectedly, but both useful and effective. I found Me, Myself and I – but not in the sense that I’ve done before. Oh, I still have all the people...
If I don’t misrecall, I wrote – or at least began writing a post about stuff that I am learning through my journey with chemo therapy. However, for the last couple of days, I’ve thought about it some more, and there are a few things that are getting more clear...
I had my third chemo last Thursday (next Friday/Saturday presently). It’s been a difficult week, as I’ve learned first week after the treatment is. Also very different from the two first ones – not to mention tiresome.
I’ve been writing about this, mainly on Darkside, but I thought I’d just make some sort of update here as well. I’ve recieved my second chemo, and am presently experiencing the worst days of the three week cycle. It sucks.
It’s been couple of days since my first chemo – technically, it’s Tuesday (2.08am), thus five days since my first chemo. It’s been some really weird days, and I wanted to write somethings down, just to remember since I fear this may be hidden in haze once this is all...
Being who I am, I’m always interested in finding something to learn from what I experience. This whole situation with cancer is no different. Especially since it is not my first encounter with it. I lost both my parents, my granddads and my youngest uncle to cancer, so obviously there...
I’m very happy and pleased to see that my boob seem to be healing quite well. Right after surgery, it was sore and tender for about two weeks, but for the last couple of days I’ve noticed that the soreness no longer resides. I’m tender to the touch at certain...
I just came to think about Don Miguel Ruiz and his book, the Four Agreements. And it struck me that while I already have my own view on the tumour that moved into my boob, I can still make an even more concious agreement with myself on the matter. So,...
So, I’m experiencing my first wave of grief in this situation with my boobs. Or, boob. For the past couple of days, I’ve begun to realize that I now have one boob which will probably be about half the size of the other one. It saddens me – a lot,...
Third day after surgery, and I’m still exhausted. A little less exhausted than yesterday, but still – tired as hell. I am beginning to realize that perhaps I need to start a new thought process about this. I’m a bit perplexed about it, but perhaps I do need to.
