So today, Monday, Donna and I spent the day relaxing and having fun. That last day before the next chemotherapy infusion is bittersweet. It's like having dessert and knowing you may feel sick from it the next day. Good, but anxious at the same time. And wondering why in the heck we do this to ourselves.
But for me, the sick part is something I try to look forward to. It really isn't that the infusion (don't you love this word?) itself is uncomfortable. There actually is little to know negative feeling during the process. It is the several days of feeling yucky, blah, and just not right that follow treatment that I dread. Then there is this almost exhilarating feeling of, "Oh my goodness, I'm feeling normal again, and this FEELS SO FABULOUS." All the while knowing you are leading up to that yucky feeling again.
So, self I say, tomorrow is a wonderful day. Tomorrow is Blast the cancer Cells to Smithereens day. (NEVER give cancer the weight of a capital c). And besides, this time around I get to share the experience with my dear sister and sweet daughter, and Mark will get a break for a change. It will be a first for each of them; and I know they will be relieved to see that chemo is really not all that eventful, and they can feel better about what I am going through during the actual treatment.
Die, cancer DIE.
Hugs, Debbie... aka the cancer warrior; AND survivor