I Survived. I'm Good now. Maybe
I have gone through all of my treatments, and on September 24th, I had my port removed. Yay me, I guess? But here's the thing: But what about my friends who are going through treatment right now? For some reason I feel bad that I have made it through surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation, seemingly nearly unscathed while I have friends that are suffering all of the ill-effects of chemotherapy --from nausea, to neuropathy -- and friends suffering from the worst effects of radiation -- she looks literally like she was flayed alive -- it's weird. Was my cancer not as bad? No, I don't think so. Did I minimize what I was going through? Possibly. The odd thing about time is that you forget after a while. You forget how awful you really felt. You forget how hard it was to just get through your day-to-day life. You forget the fatigue, the brain fog, the aches and pains, the lack of sleep or poor sleep. You don't remember the dry skin so bad your fingerprints stop workin...