March 10, 2012
One week before I began chemo a dear friend, who happens to be an RN and shares my faith, insisted she come over with something for me. “You have to take this,” she said, “I’m giving you this box of product, and you must take it.” Anyone on the cancer circuit knows that loved ones come out of the woodwork with cures and remedies that you “must try”. We also know in a very short amount of time we begin to filter out almost all suggestions that aren’t coming from our primary care takers (whether they be alternative or conventional). So when my friend, who holds clout on the conventional route that I’m on, because of her nursing background and her unfortunate familiarity with cancer (she has lost almost her entire immediate family) showed up insisting I take this product, I complied.
March 4, 2012
Tomorrow I go in for treatment number four (I have begun counting down), next will be three etc. I have to be very careful when I think/talk about my chemo as it can make me sick simply by bringing it up (that is evidently very normal). I’ve got a bit of a routine going, and thus far I’ve opted to go alone. Lots of people have offered to come but it’s truly dismal so I’ve rejected the offers. I also like the freedom of the morning as I have over two hours to kill between my blood work and the actual treatment (which takes over three hours). That’s my last two hours of feeling well for a week or so.