Happy Chemo Eve, everyone!
Tomorrow begins the arduous process of kicking cancer's ass while it's down! Surgery was battle #1. I beat that. Now onto the next battle. At 9 a.m., it begins. I take the battlefield.
I am ready. My port has healed nicely. I have crackers, gatorade and my prescription for zofran (the anti-nausea meds) ready and waiting should the queasy wave hit. I have my wig and baseball caps in the house for when my hair takes a hike. I got my pre-game pep talk from my nurse. I got my song about boobs from my brothers. So yeah, I am ready. To quote my song: "Cancer took my rack, but I'm fighting back!" Bring it on!!
Mentally, I am also prepared for battle. I have read this quote many times in the past few months and it is now my mantra: "Don't think of chemo in terms of what it does to you. Think of what it does for you. It kills cancer". Amen!
Yesterday, I pulled weeds out of my garden, smiling, thinking of it as chemo. Isn't that really what chemo should do? Pull out the crap that clutters the beauty so the beauty can thrive. Weeding pulls out those nuisance plants that that interefere with the flowers' abililty to gain nutrients they need to flourish. My garden is growing so beautifully now. The pink, white and green continue to expand, bringing life to a spot that would otherwise be left barren. I still have more weeding to do, but like chemo, it takes time. It will get done.
I pray that I may continue to thrive, that cancer and it's ensuing treatment gives me more than it takes. It has been a blessing in many ways. I have a bright future that I intend on living. Chemo is one of the keys to unlock that future.
Know this: tomorrow I start strong, but I will finish stronger.