I have received the last dose of chemo I will ever receive. And I have suffered no ill effects today; perhaps a little fatigue (damn you Benadryl!), but certainly no fevers or anything else unpleasant.
I'm done with chemo. I'm done with motherfucking chemo! I still feel all excited saying it...I know it's only been nine weeks, but they've been hell. And they're over now. Yeah, it'll take a while for my body to recover (I won't be doing any marathons this month), and technically, I haven't been "cleared" and it's possible that I might yet need surgery. But the chemo is over. Which is a very wonderful thing.
Josh Elder - whose personal experience puts my whiny two months to shame - gave me a bit of advice awhile back: "those first few weeks post-chemo will be some of the best in your life. Savor them." Thank you, Mr. Elder. I think I shall.
About Me
- Tim
- Born to an IRA spy and the daughter of a member of the Egyptian government, Brayton spent his first several years on the run from international terrorists funded by the KGB. With the Cold War over, he emigrated to America to take up a life of quiet domesticity. He is frequently contacted by various corporations to design and implement anti-espionage systems. In his free time he enjoys parasailing, white-water rafting, and rock-climbing.
1 comment:
1. Joe already knows the answer to that one.
2. Ditto.
3. I'll know in about 6 months
4. No, but it wasn't going to, anyway.
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