My fourth treatment has been the roughest yet, by a significant margin. The nausea came early and with a vengeance. By Friday evening, a few hours after treatment ended, I was horribly queasy, and nothing helped. I still refuse to take more meds than I have to, so the two bottles of anti-nausea pills remain …
Finding rhythm.
I'm beginning to get used to my life being dictated by the chemo cycle. There are always unknowns, and each two week period between treatments has been a little different, but there has also been a level of consistency to hold on to. The first 4-5 days after each treatment are still a bit of …
Sweat, cows, and barking dogs.
Steam rose from the pavement, the short summer shower doing nothing to quell the intense heat in the air. I rode out of town, each pedal stroke pushing out bits of frustration and doubt that had been plaguing me for days. Every part of me was grateful to be on a bike---my legs felt strong, …
Happiness.
I’m having one of those days when I am so unbelievably happy that I am smiling to myself for no reason whatsoever. So happy I want to laugh out loud, even though nothing is that funny. So happy I want to dance, just because. I am satisfied with the present, content to be right where …