Well, I am still alive and kicking. The last two months have been a whirlwind. The beginning of the New Year, I was preparing to train for Grandma’s marathon. Starting to get ready for the half marathon I had in the middle of February, and was just going to multiple appointments getting my daughter diagnosed with ADD. Fast forward to the first week of February, I now have cancer. I had a 7-hour major surgery were cancer was removed from just about every organ in my abdomen, and I was starting chemotherapy. Never in a million years, did I imagine that I would have been diagnosed with cancer, and never during the recovery of the surgery did I realize how quickly I would recover and how quickly chemotherapy would knock me out.
Now, I am two weeks into an 18-week treatment protocol. The first week of chemo, the doctor delivered the surprisingly good news that I had survived the worst of it, and that I was probably going to be OK. I didn’t feel OK. I was achy, tired, and bordering between nauseous and starving. Two weeks later, more side effects are starting to come out. Last night I noticed that I have NO taste. I cannot taste anything unless it is strong. My tongue is completely numb. Yesterday, a clump of hair fell out while I was in the shower. I realize that this journey is going to be a fun one… However, each day I wake up, and feel strong enough to write, go for a walk, or watch endless episodes of my favorite shows is a good day. I hope to be back blogging soon, or working on my novel, or doing something other than thinking about cancer. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers!