Healing, Growth and Resilience.
I am immeasurably grateful for all three.
I am immeasurably grateful for all three.
Sorry about the photo quality. We were scrambling and ended up taking the photos at the Oat. “Not my best work, though. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking ‘albino’ in the form“
And, thanks to chemo-induced menopause, my face is becoming furry!
Even after I’d lost them, I would have laughed right out loud at the thought of coaxing them back.
But, tonight I did just that.
I googled growing eye brows and then slathered mine in coconut oil.
We’re hard on ourselves. It fuels the economy. But after years of berating my body, my features, my traits, it feels good to know that I’d rather be me.
With or without the caterpillar brows.
It’s a month, today, since my final radiation treatment.
In these four glorious weeks, I’ve been living it up and lollygagging with good friends and good family.
I’ve grown some eyelashes and some hair.
I’ve stepped up to the scariness of public speaking.
I’ve coasted obliviously through a significant earthquake.
I’ve enjoyed schedule-free summer days with Lucy and Bayla.
I’m now two weeks into my five years of hormone therapy and — touch wood — its been blissfully imperceptible.
My white blood count is still low (I had a good cry over that news this morning). And various muscles and joints are still struggling with the effects of chemo.
But I feel like myself again — only better, stronger and happier. Really.
I am the rebuilt me.
And, with every thought and every choice, I’m working to stay that way.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I shaved for the first time today.
Never thought that’d be exciting news.
But it is.
|If you look super hard, you can see sparse, white(!) peach fuzz.|
If this is the extent of my impact, I’ll consider myself lucky.
I put my head down and powered through the chemo.
Maybe it’s catching up to me now. Or maybe it’s all my recent celebrating, real-life and staying up way past eight.
Whatever the reason, I’m spent.
Procrastination now drags my daily exercise to almost the full day and, due in part to my hole-falling-into experience on Sunday, I’ve had to replace my daily jog with a second leisurely stroll.
But I’m alive.
It’s Day 15 of my final round of chemo and my discernible symptoms are down to just stinging, watering, unable-to-hold-focus eyes and the unexplained patches under each.
Six more days ’til I’m out and about.
Either way, only eleven days to go.
All winter long, I’ve looked forward to being on this side of chemo.
And now, unbelievably, here we are!
It may be tedious, but I’m so thrilled to have reached what seemed for so long like an unattainable mirage, that I just must document this fabulous, fabulous day.
A Play by Play of this Beautiful, Long-Awaited Day:
The morning drop off.
We’re pretty excited.
Enroute to blood work.
Hope, hope, hoping that my counts are all fabulous and we go ahead with the infusion.
Last pre-chemo bloodwork done. Yay!
A bit abrupt and shocking, but no problem at all.
Waiting for bloodwork results and — hopefully! — chemo — and making friends in the lovely hospital lounge.
|12:30 – 2:50
Blood counts are fine! On with the last infusion!
Thanks to a 70 year old firecracker named Helen, our chemo pod was full of laughter and good cheer. A fabulous final chemo experience.
Ringing that bell!
Klunking, actually, but absolutely awesome!
All done. Heading home.
Look who was waiting for us at home. A protective critter from our friend Caroline. Thank you!
I adore armadillos and this cheeky, cheery, luck-dispensing chum makes me giddy with joy each time I pass by him.
A happy, happy trek to the Gratitude Statue.
Spring celebrated this exciting day in all its glory. As I made my way to and from the Gratitude Statue each day throughout this challenge, in deep snow or icy wind, I thought of the sleeping bulbs that lay in wait along the trail. And I dreamed forward to today.
It was well worth the wait.
A massive celebratory basket of joy arrives from Aunt Barb, Uncle Wilf, Kelly, Ian, Luke and Jade. Thank you!
And a fabulous excuse to have a nice long telephone chat with each to dream of the big celebrations to come.
I’m still feeling the effects of chemo#5 and we’re already just a week from chemo#6.
But (big but) this will be the last one. So…