Cancer Is A Full-Time Job
I remember when I used to have a life. It wasn’t that long ago.
Gone are the days of hanging out with friends just for fun; now, all life revolves around cancer. I get what people mean by “before cancer and after cancer.” Tomorrow, I have three appointments: an electrocardiogram, a blood test, and a visit with the oncologist. I wish I were playing tennis (we’d see how good my heart was after that), eating soup and a sandwich with a friend, and swinging by Trader Joe’s instead.
When I’m not at the doctor’s office, I’m dealing with insurance and bills and medications and…
I shouldn’t be complaining. At least the Red Devil can never get me again.
Next Thursday, I start weekly chemotherapy treatments of Paclitaxel and Lapatinib until Christmas. The mastectomy will follow sometime in the beginning of January.
For now, I’m enjoying my nightly baths in the slowly-emerging bathroom. It’s so much easier to pretend I’m at a fancy resort in the Bahamas when there is no rot, mold, or bugs.
I’m all for a rot-, mold-, and bug-free bathroom. And as for the tennis, just visualize yourself playing. It’s so much easier than engaging in the actual sweat, sun in your eyes, and scraped knees of the real thing. Also, and this may work for you as well, when I visualize myself playing tennis I’m always a superstar. Real life, not so much.