And that's a wrap on my second chemotherapy treatment. Woohoo. 2 down, many to go!
As previously mentioned, I have been looking forward to this day for the last two weeks, and I am remarkably happy that it is over with. However, I'm already starting to feel the ill effects of the chemo. I just spent two hours curled up in a fetal position. I feel fatigued, weak, and my head hurts. Although I am physically drained, I am not mentally drained. I want to write. Before I continue, I want to give a shout out to some very important people:
1) After re-reading my first blog post, to my dismay, I realized that I forgot to mention one of the most important aspects of my journey: my incredible doctors. I am being treated at two of the most well-known & medically advanced cancer centers in the country, and I am fortunate enough to have two of the best, brightest, and compassionate oncologists working together on my team. These doctors are providing me with the best care in the world, and they were able to get me an accurate diagnosis in record speed. I don't know what I did to get so lucky, but I am not taking my exceptional care for granted.
2) I also want to give a shout out to these lovely humans who accompanied me today:
Instead of getting my chemo treatment in the hospital's bustling cancer center, I was stationed at another, quieter building. I was the only patient in the room. It took only 2.5 hours to get all of the drugs pumped into me because the nurse only had one charming patient. Here are some pictures from today. Enjoy. Yes, I know I should pursue modeling. And yes, my shirt does say "technical difficulties."
I learned today that I prefer to be in a busy chemo room with other patients undergoing treatment. It is more entertaining to hear other patients gossip and brag about how their grand kids just won the second grade spelling bee (true story). So, mark your calendars because in two weeks I'll have a more exciting chemo treatment update filled with the latest elderly scandals and chatter. Riveting.
After today's chemo treatment, before the drugs started to take a toll on me, we headed to Panera. Besides the fact that Panera is heavenly, I'm only mentioning it because it's a good segue into my next topic: overt staring. For most of my life I've lived under the radar. I've never been one to draw attention to myself, and I've never felt like an outcast before, until now. Whenever I leave my house in a brightly colored head wrap, people go out of their way to crane their necks to get a good look at me. The worst is when strangers give me sympathetic looks as if I'm a helpless puppy. For the first time in my life I am able to discern how and why cancer has the capacity to make people less sociable. I, however, am not going to let this stop me from going out in public. One of the steps in my journey to self love is overcoming the obstacle of being in public. Every day I'm stepping out of my comfort zone in order to build up my confidence. Cancer has given me this opportunity.
This is real. This is me. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. Peace out. Until next time.
All my love,
P.S. I've read every single one of your blog comments. They make my day. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Hi, I'm Lia. I have Hodgkin's lymphoma, but Hodgkin's lymphoma does not have me.