|Some of this.|
|A thick issue of this.|
|Tiffany, how DID you know I love orange so much?|
|Oh, and that. I get nauseated just looking at the photo.|
|And a little bit more of this.|
|Oh, look who's already hiding in the cave!|
|The inside of my eyelids. Yes, they have an app for that.|
I've decided that when this is all done, I will not identify myself as a cancer survivor, but a chemo survivor. This is the real battle for me. Physically, emotionally, mentally. There is no part of one's body and soul that chemo does don't touch and I really struggled this round with the idea of having to go through it nine more times.
I know I have it "good" in that I'm in the best possible situation with my "preventative" chemo. I see others in their recliners who look sick and beaten down and at their lowest. But when you're laying in bed for days on end, feeling nothing but craptastic, nausea a constant companion and missing out on life, it starts to get to you. Just a little.
It's now Tuesday, and as was the case with my last round, this is the first day that I feel normal. No nausea. No desire to crawl back in bed despite the 4:45am wake up call from the crib. Just normal. 8 days of glorious normal ahead!