Chemo Day #6

Nov 14, 2016
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Chemo Day #6 began with the high anxiety that starts every chemo day...

I wake up early, too early, about 5:30am, for a 7:30 am appointment, but it really wouldn't matter if the appointment was at 11:30 or even 2:00pm. I can never sleep. My brain is racing. I think of all of the things I need to do, have to do, and don't want to forget to do, and write a list. I label: A: do it today. A1 - for the first priority item. Ironically, it's never "get chemo", rather, it's all the things I need to do once I finish chemo. But then, when I finish, I can't concentrate. My brain is drugged and I feel sluggish, my memory - poor.

I drink a cup of coffee - my morning wake-up ritual - which probably wires me just a bit more than I need, but normal routine is good, and coffee seems like a delicious treat.

It's day 6. The half way point with Taxol. The "I'm at the summit" day. The day when the Taxol glass is now "half empty".

And so today I ask, "Give me a word - or a metaphor -that describes me - or this point in my treatment. "

Over 135 words of strength and power come in from friends and strangers, and I "like" every single one as I acknowledge that "Yes, I am reading your words as you read mine."

This Word Cloud, in a heart, is a composition of the words you sent me via Facebook. Thank you for believing in me. It gives me strength.