Yesterday was one of the tougher days I’ve had in awhile. I know lots of you love Halloween, but it’s never been a huge favorite of mine. I don’t really know why, never liked the creepy craziness of it, I guess. I like cute, sigh…
October 31 is also the day my dad passed away. He just never woke up that day in 2000 after an apparently massive heart attack, but my parents lived in Arizona at the time so I hadn’t seen him since their anniversary that spring. And then suddenly he was gone. Sixteen years ago…
And yesterday morning was my chemotherapy orientation meeting which consisted of pages and pages of possible side effects from the two drugs I will get, ranging from the mild and uncomfortable to the truly dire. I’m lucky that I will only have four sessions three weeks apart, beginning this Friday. One of my best friends is going with me for moral support.
Surgery, maybe because I’d had it before, was nowhere near as frightening to me as the thought of putting these strong medications into my veins to search for minute cancer cells that might be lurking somewhere in my blood or lymph system.
My hair should fall out sometime in the next few weeks, just in time for the holidays. Perhaps I will lose a nail or two. I may lose my eyebrows and eyelashes, but maybe not. I odered a wig which I think looked a lot like my hair. When my hair starts to come out I’m going to shave it off and wear the wig. I wish I could find the humor in that, but I can’t just yet. Maybe later.
The only really funny thing is that when I called my insurance company to check on coverage for my “cranial prosthesis” the person I talked to on the phone said the cost would be covered. They will pay several hundred dollars for a wig but they don’t cover the cost of my flu shot!
So right now I’m reminding myself that chemo is going to increase my chances of not having a cancer recurrence by a significant amount. I’m trying not to get too freaked out about getting through the next few months of holidays, trying to stay healthy, doing everything that needs to get done when you’re the mom and grandma, and cope with the fatigue and side effects of chemo. My last session will be January 6 and I leave for Maui on January 20, with one slushy saline-filled boob and a bald head, but hopefully I’ll be done with treatment!
I’m tearing up as I write this and questioning whether to publish. But a good friend recently told me I shouldn’t censor my feelings and worry about being entertaining. I did say I’d be honest with you if you joined me on this journey, even if it’s not always fun and funny.
And maybe it’s not so much about the treatment, maybe I’m just missing my dad…
Sometimes fear becomes irrational
While awaiting results factual
Trying to be brave
Determined not to cave
Anxiety reigns, understandable!
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In response to Mind and Life Matters Limerick Poetry Challenge, Antonyms.
Some of my LWL friends and I went on our annual summer trip for a long weekend away by ourselves to shop, eat out, drink a few cocktails, maybe go swimming and stop at a Farmer’s Market for sure…
We did most all of that and it was a fun weekend, although hot as blazes in the Midwest! I forgot my anxiety med at home and had to have my doctor fax a prescription to a pharmacy where we were so I could get through the weekend. By the second day without having it and finally taking a pill that night, I was already beginning a
complete breakdown stupid panic attack. I will never forget my medicine again!
I have to admit that my
possible pneumonia or Zika virus lingering cold and cough also contributed to shopping apathy and I was a little disappointed to only bring home some tomatoes and blueberries from the Farmer’s Market. Luckily my friends worked overtime to keep the boutique owners afloat!
I struggled with this topic because my childhood was erratic with what I’m sure now was my mother’s undiagnosed mental illness. When we were little, we didn’t know our family was different from others. But mom didn’t get along with the neighbors, so we’d move and start new schools several times. Mom eventually didn’t speak to her entire family so we lost our aunts and uncles and cousins.
I’m lucky to have a sister and two brothers and we’ve all learned what not to do from our parents and have grown closer as a result. Time softens all memories and I can look back with fondness now on the good times we had, but still wonder how different things might have been had mom gotten the help she needed sooner. She finally was on medication for the last few years of her life and things were much calmer…
Highs and lows of our crazy childhood
Years went by before we understood
The fault wasn’t us and it wasn’t really you
Anxiety, mood swings, muddling your way through
Mama, we know you did the best that you could…
In response to Mind and Life Matters Limerick Poetry Challenge, Mother…