I was in way to good of a mood going into my cancer treatment today, I haven't had a lot of bad side effects from my treatment and have basically decided I am invincible... great for my ego. So I decided to ask a question on something I hadn't thought about before. I was like, "Hey, so if I haven't done the treatment thing when I did how long would I have lived?" And my doctor was like, "well we would have been looking at something in terms of months, not years, considering where you were when this started, probably about 6 months."
So that was my moment of embracing this idea of mortality. Thankfully, I noticed something wrong early on and I got to avoid ever feeling better, mostly it's just felt inconvenient and I only occasionally embrace my desire to sit somewhere feeling sorry for myself and cry a little. I am so excited for the next part of my life though. So excited.
Today is day one of cycle 4, my 7th treatment. Next time I come in I'll be getting scheduled for a PET scan to see how much cancer we have defeated. I'm hoping it's a lot. I think I've been really fortunate so far, and I hope to carry that on.
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