I’m writing today from the chemo cafe. It’s Groundhog Day, and Punxsutawney Phil is predicting 6 more weeks of winter. That might be true for the weather…but not for me! I’ve only got 2 more weeks of chemo induced winter and my sun will start shining again!!!
Facing round 7 tomorrow, I feel like the girl in this picture. About to be dragged down to earth by gravity, an inevitable fast and scary descent ahead. The only thing to do is hold on and take off.
Hopefully, most of you will never see behind the scenes of a chemo treatment. So I thought I would give you a peak behind the curtains.
45 days of chemo. 45 years of life. The day after my 45th birthday chemo round 4 went in. Strangely connected mid-life milestones.
Firewalking is the act of walking barefoot over a bed of hot embers or stones. Firewalking has been practiced by many people and cultures in all parts of the world, with the earliest known reference dating back to the Iron Age of India c. 1200 BC. Cultures across the globe use firewalking for rites of healing, initiation, and faith.
As I lay low and allow the chemo to do its thing, I have had plenty of time to reflect on gratitude through this most unusual Thanksgiving break.
I’ve got great news to share. I had a visit with the oncologist yesterday and all indications are that I’m kicking butt and so is the chemo!
To be fair, it is true that the one cat we have left in our household – Lemi – is a cat that I brought into the relationship in the early days over 15 years ago after accidentally falling in “kitten-love”.