On the second of August, 2022, I learned that I had cancer. Its now the second of August, 2023, and I'm throwing my First Cancerversary party. A Cancerversary marks an important date in the progression of your illness, good or bad. Starting treatment, a surgical date, the date you went into remission, or the date the cancer came back are all things I think we should be celebrating. Not because a bad thing happened to us, but because we are still here to experience it.
My 1st Cancerversary is a celebration of joy, life and survival (with a touch of death thrown in as a treat for me).
Cycle six! That means, according to the very flexible plan that exists right now, I'm half done chemotherapy for this batch. There could be more right away, there could (hopefully) be surgery, there could be a break from all treatment. But whatever it is, whatever comes next, this is a milestone.
The neutrophil boosting shot was much, much less terrifying and unpleasant than I feared it would be. I think by the third one I might be able to administer it myself. So far I've only felt a touch of drowsiness for side effects, but I expect to wake up tomorrow in a fairly unpleasant state. Still, better than getting sick from otherwise harmless bacteria that live on all our skin.
Chemo was harder this time than last time, but still much, much easier than those first few. Thomasin stayed with me most the whole time, and we enjoyed some old noirs together. It wasn't the easiest week, mental health wise, but I'm still in a good position to stay the course, which is the important thing.
From the comments
James Petrosky: I'm not that red, my monitor was magenta when I took this photo and I didnt notice until just now
Thanksgiving is probably my favourite statutory holiday. I enjoyed the one I had, it couldn't have been better. But it's still difficult to mark such milestones.
