Seriously? I have cancer. Is that not enough? Now I get to enjoy the feeling of being lit from within? (And not with the Holy Spirit! Or even Teen Spirit… Do they still make that stuff?) I mean enfuego! I cry foul! Red card! Boo hiss! Praise the heavens for the beautiful (likely menopausal) mind that thought to add a/c to car seats. If this lovely experience lasts beyond chemo, air conditioned seats is moving to the top of my priority list in my next car search! Mom, your car is officially my post chemo transport vehicle!
All kidding aside, treatment number 2 is in the books & went reasonably well. I just can’t say enough great things about my MD Anderson experience. (Cancer part aside.) Everyone there is terrific, from the nurses who manage to make me barely notice I’m being stuck with needles to the excellent doctors & PAs to the volunteers, all survivors themselves.
I am overwhelmed with gratitude. I’m so thankful that the Taxol is tolerable; for family & friends who make me laugh, let me be normal pre-cancer me, acknowledge the suckiness of the situation, encourage me, cry with me, pray with & for me; for the indescribable & so not-of-me peace that God has given me; for joy & laughter in the midst of all of this; for puppies who cuddle & a Hubby who holds my hand & just lets me be; for so many, many things that I don’t even see. When we found the Chunk Lamentations 3:22-23 just kept running through my mind. It has proven to be so true. His mercies never come to an end. Hallelujah.
Love y’all.
Oh, I forgot to share this on the blog, but my genetic tests came back the other week and every gene they tested came back negative for an abnormality. This means I’m at no greater risk than Suzy on the Street for developing ovarian cancer & a hysterectomy and double mastectomy aren’t necessarily warranted. Surgery decisions are way down the road, but it’s nice to have options.
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