It will go fast. It will seem like no time at all. The end is near, 12 chemo cycles, just one month to go. Already? It feels like an accomplishment, like there is gratitude for the experience and for the end. Tears pour down my cheeks, wet and hot, and the deep emotional meaning eludes my mind.
Nicole, my infusion nurse commented, “What will I do without you?” I laughed. They will use chemo again. Unless…miraculous remission. Let’s cheer for miraculous remission!
Cycle 9 was rugged. I usually have a week of easy. Nine didn’t believe in an “easy button”: Yeast infections popping over different surfaces, cold sores, cracking skin, burning stoma with blistering skin, and the wound deepening. My ground was quaking. I couldn’t get my footing.
But 10 already bodes brighter. The storm has passed. The sun is shining.
The CT results came in, and the colon cancer continues to react and retract to the chemotherapy. The lymph nodes show to be smaller, less active. That is the ultimate goal.
Health is a gift. Breath is a gift. Every day that we can contribute is worth celebration. Our lives are a blessing. Dance, sing, celebrate!
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