On June 11th (after 3 surgeries), I began my radiation/chemo treatment. My family and I tried to look ahead to the end of October when it was expected that I would have my last treatment. I remember sitting beside Brad after the doctor had outlined the plan, and experiencing a pendulum swing of thoughts and emotions. "Lord have mercy."
"How will this ever work?"
"We've gone through a lot over 42 years. We can do this."
"This is not like anything else we have been through. Can we do this?"
Here we are five months later having completed this phase of the "I have cancer" experience. Maybe I am too tired, but for whatever reason I do not feel a sense of accomplishment as one often does after having reached a goal. Maybe in a few weeks when this last round of chemo has finished wreaking havoc with my body I will experience a small "ta-dum" type of emotion. Maybe not. Guess it is immaterial.
The autumn leaves are beautiful today.
Note from Elizabeth
Although I am determinedly declaring that I will not allow being a cancer patient to define me, I recognize that in truth, for the next several months, it will in many ways do just that, This blog, Fighting with the Wind, is where my medical updates, philosophical musings, humorous anecdotes, heart-warming stories, spiritual contemplations, angry rantings, and joyous celebrations can be found.