Archive for November, 2008

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quick funny observation…

November 29, 2008

So I’m going on this cruise, right? I decide a little…landscaping is in order. I realized, I haven’t shaved my legs (or any thing else) since April! It seems my hair has thinned everywhere and I didn’t really notice. A funny bonus of chemo: no shaving my legs for months! Hollah!

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…

November 29, 2008

Last Friday, I officially finished chemo. I felt an amazing sense of pride walking out of the hospital that last time, grinning and feeling oddly self aware. Like I was watching myself in some sappy movie on Lifetime. But, I didn’t care; I was DONE.

As many of you know, chemo drugs build up in your system and side effects can intensify as treatment goes on. I kinda forgot about that. I was so excited to be done, I forgot that I might feel about as terrible as I ever have. I have to admit, cancer got a good punch in this round, even if I won this match. I’m suffering from nausea and nosebleeds almost every day, my feet look like a leper’s, I’ve got all kinds of issues in the bathroom, and it hurts to type with my raw and neuropathy laden fingers. But. I. dont. care.

Seriously. I’m so confident and happy with the knowledge that I will eventually feel better, I’m totally riding this out with ease. At first, panic tried to mess with me. (I’ve had a battle with panic attacks earlier in my life. I totally kicked their ass too.) My inner monologue was “Oh, I feel so bad. What if I get sick at Thanksgiving? I’ll ruin it for everyone. My Mom will have traveled for nothing. Or maybe I’ll feel too guilty to leave right away and I’ll be trapped…” the drama goes on. But, I played a good mental game. Aknowledged my fears, realized they were crazy pants, dismissed them, and rode out the anxious feelings. Before I knew it, panic had slunk away into its dark mental cave and left me alone. Victory was mine.

The pressure of holidays makes¬†me feel the need to not just be happy, but blissfully peachy keen a-ok. When people asked, “How are you feeling?” I intinctively answered “Great!”. And I wasn’t lying. Overall, I do feel great. I feel strong and lucky and oddly proud of myself. It has made me appreciate how truly powerful your mental game is when you wrangle with this crappy disease. Your attitude DOES make a difference. Not that you need to be whistling Dixie out your wazoo everyday, but I believe your outlook informs your body and it feeds off that energy. Your brain can’t kill the pain, but it can make you not care that it hurts.

Tomorrow I leave on my “cancercation”. (thanks Kris Carr!) I’m taking an 11 day cruise in the Caribbean. I plan to soak up sun, oggle cabana boys, and enjoy foo-foo drinks with tiny umbreallas. I have the great joy and privilige of not having to even think about cancer until January when I have my next scan.

For all of you in treatment, I wish you a season of joy –¬†whatever that means and feels like to you. As for me, I’m totally getting my Santa on as soon as I return. I’m decking me some halls baby. Awwww yeaaahhh.

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Anyone else crap their pants today?

November 13, 2008

(crickets chirping) Yeah…I didn’t think so.
I debated this poop post for quite some time. TMI I thought. But then, after a hilarious support group meeting where I confessed my “accident”, I learned that chemo can cause suprise poop attacks on many patients. I was sure that this was some horrible sign that my colon was failing to do its job and that I’d have to fess up to my Doc and she’d tell me I needed surgery and an illiostomy and leeches. (Yes, I can be a ridiculous drama queen in my head.) But hearing my other cancer peeps share their craptastic stories, put my mind at ease. In fact, my trains are running right on time today and giving me decent warning of their approach.

Yesterday, was another story. I haven’t been eating much due to increased nausea, but pushing my cart through my local Whole Foods, I spied a Chicken Caesar Wrap. Oddly enough, that sounded really appetizing. I dutifully ate half of it and patted myself on the back for eating something real and borderline nutritious instead of my recent diet of Kraft Mac n Cheese, wonton soup and cupcakes. (Can you imagine what I’d crave if I ever got pregnant?!) Good job, me!

I get home (thank GOD!) and I’m unpacking groceries and suddenly I get that “oh no” feeling in my tummy. I make a dash for the bathroom, but OMGOMGOMG I’m TOO LATE!!!! EwEwEEEEWWWW! “HOLY SHIT!!!” I cried, quite lieterally.

I should point out that my condo is only about 800 square feet. Its not like I had a great distance to cover. That’s how quick this damn thing came on. I finished up what leftover business I could in the bathroom and suddenly realized I have a really nasty situation on my hands. And floor. And hallway.

I chucked off my jeans and dumped them in to the washer. The undies? Thrown away! So not worth dealing with that without a HASMAT suit. I reclothed the lower half of me and stared at the shrapnel I must contend with. Where to even start? I employed an army of old towels, wet swiffers, and bathroom cleaner and eventually get the job done, but WOW. Nasty.

So, my fellow cancer peeps – if you happen to find yourself in an Elvis moment like mine, take some comfort that you probably don’t need immediate surgery or leeches. But, I’d stay away from Chicken Ceasar Wraps if I were you.