There I said it. Still a survivor, but no longer in remission. I am once again a prisoner of Dr. Downer. My children are once again living in fear of losing their Mom. My husband is once again playing Dad, Mom and chief cheerleader. My mom has to go to the places no mom wants to go. People cry, rail and scream. Friends who’ve battled the beast deal with survivor guilt. Yet, life goes on.
My cancer was found because I developed blood clots in my legs. Apparently, some cancer survivors manifest a recurrence with blood clots if they have a history of them. Being the over the top achiever that I am, I developed several clots which caused both legs to swell. One swelled to the point of being non weight bearing and resembling a hoof more than a foot. Every blood test pointed to everything being normal, except the clots were there. When I went for a CT scan, I knew the cancer was back. Don’t know how, I just knew. Getting the news was a bit anti-climatic except that I was unable to get out of bed to take my walk (I was on bed rest). There are several tiny (we’re talking millimeter) spots in the abdomen, lungs and liver. Everybody wants to come to the party.
Before I go further, I know you all feel bad, but please understand I have more clarity at this moment than I’ve had for a long time. Perhaps I’ve known that a recurrence was on the horizon on some level and now that it’s here I’m ready. The kids are scared, but will be alright. I’m alright. Heck, no taxol this time. I will have hair during chemo and we all know it’s all about the hair. In fact, I’m having teal streaks put in on Tuesday.
What it is about is living life and doing what God has planned for me. This journey will be chronicled, just like the last one. It WILL become a book. In fact, I plan to look into starting to put it together soon and work on it while I’m getting chemo (chemo is BORING). My beloved laptop will be my best friend as I once again enjoy the poisoning that only cancer can provide.
Okay, I have to say this. Why is it called a chemo cocktail? When i think of cocktails, I think of James Bond and having a good time, maybe a party. Well, you do experience chemo with about 20 other people (not a bad size party) and it does come with a hangover, but that’s pushing it. It’s certainly not a good time. And while cocktails are expensive, chemo takes it to the extreme.
Ovarian cancer chemo incorporates platinum. Does my cancer really need bling? I know I have good taste, but does my cancer need to have such good taste too? If I had bad taste, would it prefer lead?
So, here we go folks. Everyone back into the pool. I hope you’ll at least dip your toes in and read my musings. I promise to keep the wit sharp, the story honest and give you a mix of laughter and tears. I’m not going anywhere. I have a lot of work to do. I can still see myself on a stage making women laugh about the joys of bladder leakage, chemo fog and hot flashes. I want to see cancer cured in my lifetime, so I’m sure I need to be here for at least 30 more years. We all know how quickly the government works. Better make that 50 more years.
Life’s a journey – enjoy the trip!