Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The last stretch

Life has gone on.  My kids and my husband probably don't think about it much but I am still going through treatment.  It still sucks. Not as much as chemo but it is not fun.  I wouldn't say that I am "forgotten" but it feels like on a daily basis when my husband and kids don't really stop and think about the fact that I am STILL going through this crap.

I am not sick anymore.  And I'm not depressed or very angry on a daily basis. Thank the Good Lord. I am not bald. Really thankful.  I am thankful for finding out who my true friends are....that was a hard lesson but I am thankful.  Lost a lot of friends, who I thought were friends, in the process but a good sifting was in order, I guess.  I don't feel like a train hit me...so that is good.  But I lay on a table, half naked every day, and get residual cancer cells fried.  EVERY FREAKING DAY!  Yes, it gets weary.

I am tired of driving there, I am tired of stripping off my clothes in front of strangers, and I am tired of feeling like I fell asleep in a tanning bed on one side.  Most of all I am TIRED of not looking like me.  Chemo left me with silver hair, an odd complexion with a rash on my face, gray eyebrows, and about 15 lbs of weight.  It pisses me off.  I am 44, not 66.  But I feel like I am 66 right now.  I certainly look it.

I have had about 5 people come up to me at various times and tell me "I had cancer and it blessed me...."  WHATEVER!  Cancer is not a blessing.  I am sick of people claiming that it blessed them somehow.  You can sell that somewhere else.

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