Four years ago today I had my first of six chemo treatments. I still don't know why I feel the need to acknowledge some of these dates. Diagnosis & cancer free dates, sure...I get that. But start / end of chemo? The day my hair was shaved off? Yeah, I mark those dates on the calendar. But why?
I don't know.
But before having had bc, I can def tell you that I never, ever would have imagined that I would do chemo, let alone survive it. And as smoothly as I did. I was one of the fortunate ones to not be totally sick with side effects. No, just the hair, some taste issues, fatigue & depression. All of which lifted by the 7th day after a chemo treatment. Well, except for being bald, hating being bald & stuff.
So anyway....Four years ago I was sittin in the chemo chair. Nausea meds & Benadryl, followed by Taxotere, then Carboplatin, and ending with Herceptin. And that was basically the day.
Four years...now it's nothing but my way.