One Year

One year ago, reeling from pain and fear, I wrote my first blog post. I hoped for the best, but was ready for the worst. I prepared myself for the possibility of death, and thought about what I needed to do before I died.

It was a year of sickness and side effects, recovery and hope. Days when I couldn’t get out of bed, and was too sick to care. Chemo, surgery, and radiation, punctuated by umpteen gazillion doctors’ visits and tests.

A year I never wanted to happen — but I lived through it, and it’s over. The worst is over.

My prognosis is good. I’m still in chemotherapy, but it’s the lighter protocol and I’m no longer sick. I’m a little tired, but I’ve learned not to push.

Neuropathy (numbness of hands and feet) is improving with medication. I hope for a complete recovery, but it will take several more months of pills to know for sure.

Mostly I look forward to more energy and less doctors’ visits. (Only three next month!) I look forward to health, and being able to plan and enjoy my life.

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I’m writing less frequently because there’s less drama in my life. I have at least four more good ideas for blog posts which I’ll roll out over the next few months, so I’m not done here yet!