IA by the end of my treatment, we'll be very friendly, if not totally buddy buddy :).
No, seriously, he was super nice. Asking about my breast, nausea, menses, weakness, constipation, etc. The icing on the cake was being spared the steriods!!! What a relief. On the other hand, he mentioned increasing my chemo dose next time and shook his head no-no style when I enquired whether it was possible to do the chemo every 2 weeks instead of 3. Oh well, I'll just have to be patient I guess.
The bed I was put in today had a good view of the TV. But I had another TV right in the bed next to mine, tuned on cancer channel. The talkative chinese guy with nose cancer (I had not realised this even existed!!!) had less interest in the Royal wedding and more in telling me about his cancer journey. I was patient. I grunted, nodded and mmmmmed.
Each of my excursions to the hospital has been for a lesson. Today, listening to the monologue from the chinese guy and seeing another young cancer patient (maybe 17 or 18 years) with only skin and bones, I felt grateful for MY cancer. Really. I am very grateful that MY cancer:
- Is initital stage;
- Is located in the breast rather then a vital organ;
- Is only progesterone receptive and not oestrogen or protein receptive;
- does not not make me go through the ordeal of long chemo/herceptin sessions;
- does not require that I have a catheter port inserted in my vein;
- has timed the treatment rightly to fall in winter rather than summer;
- has not taken away my ability to get up and go out or socialise;
- has taken only my hair and half of a breast away. It has spared the best of me.
My Allah, this Mercy is from You and You alone. Alhamdulillah. Thank You.
PS: I must thank William and Kate too. Thank you guys for picking my chemo day as your wedding day. I appreciate the entertainment.