Stage 3 Colon Cancer. Six months of chemo… six hours every Monday and then 40 hours of a slow drip cocktail that I learned to remove myself.
Chemo was so debilitating. I was sleeping 20+ hours a day. The chemo brain was terrifying … I could see a cup in my head and the letters c-u-p would be over it but I couldn’t say the word out loud. Reading was futile. I’d turn the page and couldn’t remember was I just read. I remember being so scared that this was it. My oncologist was so optimistic but damn I was scared. I was so sick and tired of being sick and tired.
About a third of the way through, I’d come home feeling miserable and would usually end up crying and swearing I was done with chemo and wasn’t going back. But then Monday would roll around again and I would be back in chair for six hours with my heated blanket and the most caring and empathetic oncology team that ever was.
I’ve been in complete remission since April of 2011. And I don’t take a single solitary day for granted. 💚
Aw jesus I'm sat here crying for you, that sounds utter shit.
I volunteer at my local cancer centre doing the gardening and stuff to keep it nice, and the strength I see in the people there is breathtaking.
I remember taking my mother to the hospital 5 days a week for her chemo and radiotherapy and could see the toll it took on her - and her cancer was one of the "simpler" ones.
Congrats on making it through and living your best life. ♥️
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u/Emmyjen 9h ago edited 8h ago
Stage 3 Colon Cancer. Six months of chemo… six hours every Monday and then 40 hours of a slow drip cocktail that I learned to remove myself.
Chemo was so debilitating. I was sleeping 20+ hours a day. The chemo brain was terrifying … I could see a cup in my head and the letters c-u-p would be over it but I couldn’t say the word out loud. Reading was futile. I’d turn the page and couldn’t remember was I just read. I remember being so scared that this was it. My oncologist was so optimistic but damn I was scared. I was so sick and tired of being sick and tired.
About a third of the way through, I’d come home feeling miserable and would usually end up crying and swearing I was done with chemo and wasn’t going back. But then Monday would roll around again and I would be back in chair for six hours with my heated blanket and the most caring and empathetic oncology team that ever was.
I’ve been in complete remission since April of 2011. And I don’t take a single solitary day for granted. 💚
FUCK CANCER!!!!