For those of you fortunate enough to never have to deal with these initials, I say Praise God. For me, it means the next step in the journey is Chemotherapy. On September 25th, I will begin to receive the A and C together every other week for 4 weeks followed by 12 weekly injections of the T.
Upon diagnosis, I knew this was coming as the oncologist prepared me in advance but I would be lying if said that I secretly wished it not be on my path. It has nothing to do with losing my hair, fatigue and/or the possibility of nausea and/or vomiting. It just doesn’t make sense to me that you the only “cure” to this is to put toxins in your body. This cocktail will kill all cells in the body that divide. This means healthy and unhealthy. I arrived at my Chemotherapy Education appointment to a bright eyed nurse practitioner. I am certain she had good intentions but did she really expect me to be excited about having rounds of toxins injected into my body. I wanted to say lady “I don’t eat mushroom because it is a fungus but you want me to be happy about these toxins”.
I told myself as I left the hospital that I needed to get a L.A. Burger from Bobby Flav Burger Palace (It’s was National Burger Day) and that it was truly time to get my mind right to receive this medicine. Maybe the first step will be to eat some mushrooms….