Ass cancer hats off to my stage III CRC compadre, JdB, who completed his twelfth and final FOLFOX treatment today. This is no mean feat, considering I was thisclose to throwing in the towel before finishing out at eight.
Congrats, John!! I am absolutely thrilled for you and your family. Try to rest so you're good and healed for your takedown.
And they are two:
Great news from the guts front: I got my drivers license renewal form in the mail the other day and along with it came a set of orange dot DONOR stickers. I (and everyone else in my GI support group) had been under the impression that we cancer veterans had to keep our spare parts to ourselves.
Rather than languish under flawed assumptions, I thought I should give a call to the authorities on the subject, and what did they tell me?
I can still donate my organs! Ok, well, maybe. It depends on circumstances that we didn't get into, but the good news is that I'm a definite maybe! Hooray!
I now understand why parents think their children are brilliant because when I was looked into my daughter's eyes and saw the wheels turning as she tried to figure out how to dress her dolly, I thought to myself:
She could actually find the cure.
Dried vomit in the bathroom sink.
And I wasn't even on the side of the clinic where they administer the chemo.
When you're a mom that lost her fertility to her cancer treatment, every ultrasound looks like an empty womb, even if they're just scanning an enlarged lymph node in your neck.
...or as I like to say, it's a petty fucking victory, but my fingernails are longer now than they have ever been, even longer than that one summer in college I painted houses for all of a month before the company went under and I got a job at a coffee shop and proceeded to drink my weight in espresso, whipped cream, and caramel.
One more sign that chemo is slowly, slowly washing its way out of my system.
I plan on not-so-slowly replacing it all with mojitos and IPAs this summer.
I have had it up to FUCKING HERE with this peripheral neuropathy bullshit, never mind my stupid bowels.
Ok, end of rant.
For now.
