Nothing about this cancer trip has been fun. Nothing has caused joy and celebration. Still, each treatment has been a step toward completion. It has just been something that I do...a part of my schedule...no big deal. Every other Wednesday, I go for chemo.
After the last time (my first Taxol treatment) causing such intense pain, though, I don't wanna go. It could be completely different and not be so bad this time. I realize this. The first two A/C treatments were as expected, the third was a cake walk, and the fourth put me in the hospital. That means that the first Taxol putting me down for 4 days does NOT mean the second one will.
It's such a short time. The chemo portion of my treatment will all be over in 4-6 weeks. I can do anything for 4-6 weeks. I just don't like the feeling that it's leaving in my stomach. I bet I'll feel a lot better when Wednesday comes and goes. Once it's done, it's done.
You can't dread something that's over, right? (:
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