Three weeks into the second round of chemo has been interesting…
So, in my special and quirky way, I have updates.
Enjoy…
Oh, yeah, fuck cancer.
I will start with the funny
Though they aren’t as frequent with these as I was last year, I am posting them as they pop into my head.
I am still on my crusade to develop superpowers, and now, with a port, I was wishing I could at least use it as a USB charger. Alas, it doesn’t double as one. I feel as if they gave me the wrong one.
I am a firm believer in attacking my situation with as much humor as I can muster, and I am not going to stop anytime soon. Humor and snark are the best weapons I have to fight this along with listening to my team and following instructions.
Those of you who are going through medical problems really need to listen and follow what your team tells you so you can have the best fighting chance you have to persevere through your illness, whether it be chronic or something that is curable.
You are worth giving yourself the best shot you can.
This is a graphic I made to declare that I will fight this with all I have. If you are going through cancer treatments, feel free to take this and declare your fighting spirit.
We all have one. You can do this!
With this second round of chemo, the memory loss is a little worse than it was last time. I may have to up my B-Complex and D3.
I cannot be interrupted when I speak. I completely forget what I was saying, and if there is no one there to try and jog my memory, I am at a loss. It’s like my brain takes a mini vacation.
If I am asked to do something while I am doing something else, I forget what I was originally doing. It’s scary. I have left the stove on a couple of times already. Thank goodness I was home to notice.
I now have heartburn and hiccough on top of the occasional nausea. That’s fun. The second drug, I fear, is making my knees worse, but I can’t entertain treating those until all this is done.
My attempts to receive disability have failed. Our ten years living out of semis hampered me in generating income and paying Social Security. This has disqualified me.
My husband making too much money is the other.
This has left me scrambling for income and a job that will work around my treatments and any future ones without a business looking at me as a liability.
I am also pushing 50, and even though businesses will say they don’t discriminate due to age, they do by making it harder for us to be hired. They will either ignore our applications or tell us we are overqualified. This is why I push hard to be hired as a freelance writer or video editor.
Even though health insurance is covering most of the bills, we are drowning in deductibles.
Any little bit you can through our way gets us one step closer to paying those off and allowing my husband to be home more as he is a long-haul trucker and busting his butt to bring in as much money as possible.
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