Chemotherapy

Well, my staples came out on Monday, February 11 and my Chemo is supposed to start on Friday, February 15. They’re not wasting any time! The sooner they start the better my chances are. It makes sense. If they kill all the leftover microscopic cancer cells now there’s less of a chance it will come back. How messed up is that? I don’t even have ovaries anymore yet the likelihood of my ovarian cancer coming back is pretty high. I’ve heard the stories “So and so had ovarian cancer and has been clear for 12 years”. I love hearing them! They’re not the norm though. But that’s ok. It’s what I aspire to. I like being different! They don’t even use the word “Remission” with ovarian cancer. They call it NED (no evidence of disease). I joined an online O.C. Support Group and some of these women have had to fight and beat this same Cancer 3 and 4 times. I’ll do it! F yeah! As long as I still have a decent quality of life I’ll fight non-stop.

And there you have it! I found it! I found my fight! Anyone who knows me knows I have it. I was just doubting myself due to the shock of it all, but it’s back. So, this chemo can take my hair, and my trip to St. John, and scare my family, and make me feel like crap and present a million other risks. I don’t care. As long is it kills my Cancer.

Truth be told, I’ve been terrified of chemo but thankfully I’ve had some  living angels give me so much advice I’m feeling more prepared. Electric blanket, check. Electrolyte water, check. Ginger candies, check. Lemon candies for the metallic taste from the port, check. The list could go on and on.

So please think good thoughts for me, or pray to who or whatever you believe in, that everything checks out Friday am with my bloodwork so I can start this fight already.