I have been feeling very tired today following chemotherapy yesterday; I think I laid on the couch for four hours today. I'm not one to sit still for very long, so this really went against my grain. But, these are the days I must listen to my body and take this temporary job as cancer patient seriously, so I did.
Today I got a card from Mom and Dad; they always seem to know just what to say at just the right time. Just one more huge blessing I have in my life.
I've said it before...and on the days following chemo I think it's especially true to feel emotionally and physically run down and overwhelmed by the intrusion of the BIG C. I continue to do a double take in the mirror as I walk past catching a glimpse of my thinning buzz cut. It's just so darn surreal...STILL! I have cancer... me, 39 year old wife, mother of two little ones...I have it. How can that be? I did everything I was supposed to. I went for regular mammograms, had breast exams at the doctor's office every 6 months, ate well, in shape (for the most part), I don't smoke and I have an occasional glass of wine. But, yes, I have breast cancer.
But, by the time I'm forty I will also have kicked its butt. Check that off my resume.
"In all things it is better to hope than to despair."
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
PS Treatment was definitely easier this time because of my port. :)