My interpretation of myself is that I’m a bit cocky, a bit full of myself. I don’t know if others would describe me that way but it’s the only thing that has kept me singing for so long. But I do think I’m tough and strong.
Well last week when I titled my blog post “nothing a nap can’t fix” — there’s your evidence that I’m a fool and I’m full of myself. I’m here to tell you I was wrong. I was very wrong!
Tuesday I was indeed fine, singing the Bach cantata and getting home to finish out the work day and get some things done before an important work presentation the following day. Wednesday, however, hit me like a flaming Mac truck outta hell.
Roughly three days I was down for the count. Headaches, fever every evening, and digestive terrors. I’m thankful the worst seems to have subsided, hopefully this means I can schedule around The Doom after next treatment.
If my next treatment is scheduled for October 13 I should just be seeing the clouds part by October 23 (also known as my birthday and, more delightfully, my 5-year wedding anniversary with Isaac, the best dude in the world for me).
In less dreadful news, I am really feeling okay today. And I haven’t had a doctor’s interpretation yet but I will say that one of my tumors is absolutely smaller, flatter, less prominent than before. I can only assume my immune cells are super stoked to be armed for the battle and are taking down this cancer one tumor at a time. I’m excited to hear what the doctor says when I go in again!
Until then, you stay tough. I will too. And take breaks (even the tough need breaks!)
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