Just a brief update.
I am tired. As in, all the time. I wake up tired. I go to bed tired.
I get tired enough from toweling off after a shower that I have to lay down again. Chemo is nuts.
Fortunately, chemotherapy is almost over. I am scheduled for my last infusion treatment this coming Friday, the 21st. If my blood counts (white cells and platelets) are strong enough, I will be able to go through with it. Otherwise we will have to delay to sometime the last week of February.
Needless to say, the sooner I get past this the sooner my body can return to normal. I would love to get back to walking without huffing and puffing – and without those senior moments of ChemoBrain that leave me temporarily stranded in search of direction or mission. But that won’t be the end.
For the next five years, I will still be subject to periodic scans to make sure McMurray isn’t coming back. Every three months to start out, doing a chest CT and an MRI on the knee – the two most likely places where the cancer might return.
That’s the part that never leaves you. Knowing that at any point, your body might betray you again, providing safe harbor and sustenance for a mutant mutiny of your own DNA, growing without purpose, and bleeding your life away one cell at a time.
I hope I am not the same person coming out of this that I was going in. But always grateful that I have a chance to come out of this, a healthy humane human.