The kids are sad. Today was the day we were going to buy our tickets to California, to spend the holidays and my birthday there.
Then I think of how much cancer has taken away from so many, I realize how unscathed I really am, and how grateful I am that my cancer journey has been so much easier than it has been for others. One trip to California is a small price to pay. Okay, not just a trip to California... a lot of picking, prodding and sweating over test results-and I'm not even done yet!
Radiation to come!!!
Which is why the "sacrifice" is really not being able to go anywhere!
But radiation symptoms are nothing compared to chemo effects and I can deal. It's not a bad place to be irradiated. My sister could barely eat when her throat was done. The side of my boob is not such an exposed or delicate area as the throat is.
I had another PT session and one more before Christmas. I'll see how realistic it is to continue with the rads.
What's funny is that I mentioned that my daughter does rhythmic gymnastics and she asked casually, if I knew one of her teammates. The PT knows the whole family. I whipped up a photo of the two girls together. Remember her sprained ankle two years ago? She asked me. It was especially amusing because the dad was telling the PT how we have such a great club and how chummy the parents are. Well, guess I'm one of his chums!
Having cancer in a small town is kind a special experience...
Then I think of how much cancer has taken away from so many, I realize how unscathed I really am, and how grateful I am that my cancer journey has been so much easier than it has been for others. One trip to California is a small price to pay. Okay, not just a trip to California... a lot of picking, prodding and sweating over test results-and I'm not even done yet!
Radiation to come!!!
Which is why the "sacrifice" is really not being able to go anywhere!
But radiation symptoms are nothing compared to chemo effects and I can deal. It's not a bad place to be irradiated. My sister could barely eat when her throat was done. The side of my boob is not such an exposed or delicate area as the throat is.
I had another PT session and one more before Christmas. I'll see how realistic it is to continue with the rads.
What's funny is that I mentioned that my daughter does rhythmic gymnastics and she asked casually, if I knew one of her teammates. The PT knows the whole family. I whipped up a photo of the two girls together. Remember her sprained ankle two years ago? She asked me. It was especially amusing because the dad was telling the PT how we have such a great club and how chummy the parents are. Well, guess I'm one of his chums!
Having cancer in a small town is kind a special experience...
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