I can't believe that I am finished with my fourth round. Only one more round (two sessions) left. One month is nothing but feels like forever. When I visualize the road, it gets more narrow, like I am Alice looking through the looking glass. There is no way I can fit and yet, the chemo … Continue reading Chemotherapy Treatment Number Ten
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Mocking Cancer
Last weekend was my meltdown. Last weekend I was done with it all, ready to quit, ready to throw up the white flag and surrender. So, while I was crying my eyes out, Mom said, "Let's focus on something else. What do you have to look forward to next week?" Well, that next week was … Continue reading Mocking Cancer
The Days After Chemo Number 9
I have been putting off writing this one because the days after chemo have been a rollercoaster of emotions and feelings. As I indicated about this chemo, my mind wasn't in the right place for the beginning of round number 5. I am just done. I am done feeling ill. I am done feeling tired. … Continue reading The Days After Chemo Number 9
Chemotherapy Treatment Number 9
Only four more. That's what I keep telling myself and what my people keep celebrating. To the outside world, four more sounds like nothing. But to me, the person going through it, four more is the worst. I am just done with this. And this treatment was probably the worst of the lot. Not because … Continue reading Chemotherapy Treatment Number 9
Best Part About Fall…Soups
Having Mom here has been great for my tummy! Fresh and yummy dishes are served daily. And they are all anti-cancer dishes. But the soups have been the best...
One shot, Two Shots, Three Shots, Floor
Apparently alcohol and Neupogen are the exact same. When one too many accumulate in your system, you end up on the floor over a toilet or curled in a ball in pain. My white cells have been obstinate lately. I have been hitting below 1000 for several days and the doctor has been worried that … Continue reading One shot, Two Shots, Three Shots, Floor
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day
Another year in Uruguay that I miss St. Paddy's Day! Last year I was burned and this year I have cancer. The universe is determined for me to not drink green Uruguayan beer. But, on the positive side, I have a fabulous wig!
The Days After Chemo Number 8
Chemo was postponed. Which means that recovery was postponed. A Poem Saturday I was tired. Sunday I was ok. Monday I was stubborn. Tuesday I worked all day. Saturday was spent on the couch watching hours of The Good Wife. At least I had recovered from the day of actual chemo. I was able to … Continue reading The Days After Chemo Number 8
Chemotherapy Treatment Number Eight
It may have been postponed by a day, but my chemo Amazons at school rallied. Carla came to pick Mom and I up around 8:15. She couldn't stay the whole time because of classes, but the fact that she came and people were willing to cover her first class means the world to me and … Continue reading Chemotherapy Treatment Number Eight
Chemo Postponed
My pesky little white cells have decided to be uncooperative. After a shot of Neupogen they were still in protest, so I got another shot today and it was simply too close to chemo for my doctor's liking. Therefore, I have to have chemo on Friday instead. I'm still taking tomorrow off from work to … Continue reading Chemo Postponed
Teach Abroad Coyle-Gamero 