I figured I might as well finish these recaps so I can get back to using this space to tell cute adorable stories about my two roommates – the ones of the five and under variety.
Plus. I’m ready to kiss six rounds of chemo goodbye. Not a long kiss- a short awkward peck on the cheek because I’m not at all sad to watch it from the rear view mirror.
Alright. We got smart these last few rounds. We shipped the ladies off the grandparents for the majority of the week. The girls have been wonderful through all of this- but the last few hit them hard. They turned into little barnacles making it impossible to lay in bed while binging on shows targeted towards teenagers. So off to grandmas they went- where they had a LOT more fun (I mean. My parents have a pool. And take them to the toy store).
So. Basically I laid in bed. Eating horrible food (a mix of steroids and nausea means I didn’t make good choices). Just biding time between doctors appointments every day and praying for Friday to come sooner. And gaining 15 lbs (thank you steroids. and lemon meringue pie).
Round five came and went. Round six came and went.
When I first started I honestly thought at the end of round 6 I would feel like celebrating hard. Instead I finished and started crying. I still catch myself crying out of sheer thankfulness that the chemo portion of this “journey” is over. It was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do- I mean where was all of this when I was writing my college essays about lifes hardships? Most of my symptoms are gone and i still don’t feel celebratory, i won’t until May 26th when i get my PET scan which will seal my fate. Because my good friend lymphoma is either still there- or it isn’t (crazy right?! one or the other. bet you didnt see that coming). and only that PET scan will give us the answer.
and yes its 2 weeks out and i’m already having PET scan nightmares.
So. until May 26th we’re in a holding pattern. trying to get back to what our lives looked like before December 8th. I’m back to the gym, carting the girls to their activities, and it feels so good being able to watch them by myself for full days at a time. i finally feel like a FUN parent. i’m able to play with them (mostly) keep up with them, and they’re no longer riding the “mom’s not feeling well i can get away with stuff” train. Ive also curbed my online shopping habits- laying in bed all day really lends itself to a little too much web time.
oh yeah. and i FINALY got a wig! i still usually go bald. . . but some days i just want to hide the cancer.