Well, its official, this round of chemo KICKED MY BUTT! I apologize for not updating my blog sooner, but I've been in bed with the barfies all week. I feel like I am slowly approaching the "land of the living" again, and I am hoping that I will feel well enough tomorrow to go support "Team Tasha" at the American Cancer Society Breast Cancer walk tomorrow morning!! We got our shirts in, and I have to say, my son looks quite stunning in his "save second base" t-shirt! :o) If you ask him what it is, he tells you its his "oobie" shirt...ohh the proud moments of a parent, lol! On another exciting note (I've got to focus on these to keep the barfie bug away), my friends in Springfield are having their "Boobies and Beer" fundraising event tonight and I'm super excited to see the pictures and video! I've said it before, and I'll say it again...I really do have the greatest support system anyone could ask for.
I've got one more round of chemo left (of this cycle) and then its onto my surgery, then radiation, then possibly more chemo. If I've ever wanted a miracle, its that I do NOT have to do another cycle of chemo. I have mentally prepared myself for the surgery, and I think I can handle the radiation, but the chemo I am definitely not looking forward to repeating. Which brings me to a funny story...yes, you heard me right, its funny story time! :o)
So my doctor is on vacation this week (traveling with her family in France...rough life) and so I had the pleasure of meeting with Dr. Stinky for my Monday chemo treatment. No, that's not his real name, but I can't remember what it actually is and since I *DO* remember the really bad old-man smell he brought with him into the room, that's what I've lovingly named him. So anyway, Dr. Stinky walks in and immediately asks, "so how are we doing today?" in his bright, cheery voice. Really?! I'm hooked to a machine with big gynormous needles sticking out of me, about to spend the next week sick as a dog and you are really asking me this question?! I politely respond that I am doing well. He then proceeds to ask me some standard medical questions, bla, bla, boring, boring, and then right out of left field he puts his hand on me and in his very serious tone he asks, "so who is your best friend through all of this?" HUH??? My mind immediately goes blank...what in the world is he asking me?! Do I say my husband? Do I say my mom? What an odd question! I immediately turn to my mom to help me, because mothers are supposed to be there for their daughters in uncomfortable times like this, right?! WRONG! My mother is averting her eyes, looking at everything but me or Dr. Stinky because she doesn't know the answer either! So after what seems to be a lifetime of awkward silence, I turn to him and say, "sorry, is this a trick question?". He says, "No. It's not a trick question. The answer is the chemo. The chemo is your best friend." I immediately tell him that if his idea of a "best friend" is someone who makes you want to shove your head in a toilet then, yes, the chemo is my best friend!
Really?! How weird IS that?! I sometimes wonder if things like this happen to everyone else or if it's really just me.