Oh wait, I'm getting inspiration from my father right now, who is standing on the couch I am sitting on, vacuuming the windows above meas I am writing this. Picture it.
Still on navelbine. Still kicking my ass: itchy skin, golf ball indigestion, muscle aches, joint pains, fatigue, and I'll just say stomach issues for now. It's working and winning. My tumor markers are down, yay!, which is great but less exciting when you feel like shit all the time.
As usual, I'm ballin' when on chemo. I went on a mini girl's night overnight trip a few weeks ago to Dover, Delaware...a girl's dream. Mind you, this was in the midst of a week of severe stomach pains where I dropped some poundage quickly (fist pump me chemo). At the bar a boy, yes a boy, approached me and said he liked my hair and then asked if I was in the air force. Really? The air force? And since cancer causes me to have the "I have cancer" tick, and I think that people immediately think I have cancer because I have a short haircut (everybody thinks like me, right?), I responded, "NO, I HAVE CANCER." .....awkward..... But apparently he didn't mind and we got our dance on. And now he's a 'stage 5 clinger' texter. Leave it to me to get into an awkward situation. I should have just given him one of these:
On the other hand, I would not have met Dr. M, if I didn't have cancer. He is the doctor that saw me when my doctor was away during my severe stomach pain week. My doctor told me that young people with cancer scare all the other doctors in the office, so she is the one who usually takes them as patients. But Dr. M, had no choice and had to see me. When he saw me and my file his response was, "oh, you're the one...." Is that bad or good? Turns out it was good. My doctor told me Dr. M was really happy to have met me and said he could tell right away that I had an old, sweet soul and was easy to be around, etc., etc. The nicest thing anyone has ever said about me:) I think I am the star cancer patient in the office, just sayin.....
