I can't believe I'm at this point. March seemed so far away and twelve treatments seemed so daunting way back in October.
I have one more chemo treatment to go.
It's a weird feeling I have at this point. I have been extremely lucky throughout this whole experience with the minimal side effects that I have encountered. And because of this, it almost seems like I haven't even gone through chemo. At least not in the traditional way.
Sure there have been side effects. Hair loss, feeling blah, not having an appetite, or not knowing what I wanted to eat are a few of them. I braced myself at the beginning, paging through the book that I was given before I started chemo. Who am I kidding? I braced myself every single time, hearing that the effects could be "cumulative" as stated by everyone who has gone through chemo or knew someone who had. Each time I realized how lucky I was that it was just another weekend spent on the couch and not in the bathroom.
The luck didn't stop there. I've talked about the angels that have shown their never ending support along the way through packages, cards, gifts, texts, emails, phone calls, dinners delivered, and house cleaning. It has been overwhelming at times for Stein and me to receive such an outpouring of people's time, prayers, and concern. I have learned that throughout this adventure, two things remained constant and vital: support and attitude. And both of those things had the same themes: staying positive, humor, and kindness. Thank you to everyone who had a part in supporting us throughout this journey. I know you really didn't have a choice, but you jumped in and stood up to the task.
I'll have to write another post on what I've learned. That's been overwhelming, too. Needless to say, a lot of that learning has been humbling, too. Some of the things I learned have been expected, some unexpected.
I look forward to the end of this "routine". I look forward to the beginning of a new phase.
