Days like these.....
So, I've survived my last round of Taxotere. I still can't really believe it actually - and the fact that I'm on my worst day of side effects today probably isn't helping me to see the light at the end of the tunnel even though I know it's definitely there! Even though I have lots of good painkillers my fingernails are very sore today so typing is a challenge today but I just wanted to connect a little bit so I thought I'd suck it up.
My family and friends say to me about how proud I should be about how far I've come and what I've been through - and I know they mean well and say it because they love me and want to keep my spirits up. And honestly, what else is there to say really? But even at this point it's hard for me to look at it like that - as soon as the diagnosis was out of the mouth of my doctor it was simply a choice of survival or not survival, just doing what had to be done I guess. But really, no one knows what you go through each day unless they've been through it themself so some days all the positivity in the world that gets thrown at you can feel like platitudes. Did I mention to watch out for the depression with Taxotere? It'll creep up on you out of nowhere. This is only a mini pity-party - I really do try hard to stay on top of my mental and emotional reactions to this illness and the treatment that goes along with it - but it's been a particularly hard week and I'm feeling it.
But right now, I just want my life back - even though it really will never be the same again, and I think that's a positive thing to come out of being cancer girl - I just want to not feel like shit every day, I want eyelashes and eyebrows again, I want to not cry every single day about something, I want to not feel like eating everything in the fridge because of the steroids I'm taking, I want to be able to sleep past 3am just one night. I want to not be so fatigued all the time that when the boredom of being in bed all morning forces me to get up and do something - that I can make it further than the bottom of the stairs before literally not being able to go any further.
There's no real message in this post. Every cancer is different, every treatment cycle is different, every side effect is different. Some days the hardest part is just going with whatever the day throws at you - even if it's nothing tangible, just a visit from the black dog. And then finding a way to get downstairs and eat the lemon cheesecake your flatmate made last night.