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Tips to Help Get Through Chemo

I pulled together a list of the tips for getting through chemo, and the side effects, that helped me the most.

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Hashimoto’s Messed Me Up

Then came the circles under my eyes. And the rapid weight gain. The slightly puffy face. Well, I was thrown into menopause after my first chemo back in February so my metabolism is slowing down. What about the edema in my ankles? My ongoing Herceptin perhaps.

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51 Years Old

Still, on a sliding scale of awfulness, if I add up all of the bad things that have happened to my family in the last 12 months, I would put the awfulness at the higher end of the scale. One of my worst years ever. No, make that plain and simple: my worst year ever.

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Vegas, Baby

On November 18th, almost to the hour of when we first said, “I do,” we’ll say it again. In front of Elvis, in a little chapel on Las Vegas Boulevard. I’ll be wearing the dress I wore when we got married the first time. He’ll be wearing a Ralph Lauren Ultrasuede jacket that we found at Goodwill last week for $20.00.

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New Old Self

I don’t have the “I’m in cancer treatment” look anymore. If you didn’t know me before I went through chemo, you wouldn’t know all that my body has endured. You wouldn’t know that I used to be in better shape or had shoulder length brown hair.
My hair is long enough to pass for NYC chic.

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Uplifted

My reality is changing. Rapidly. So much to look forward to. So much good in my life. And I guess that’s why I feel uplifted. I’m not back up on top of the world again. Yet. But I’m on my way there.

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Bald in the Mirror

I am forever changed physically and emotionally. Maybe some of it’s for the better. I’m not ready to pass judgement on that part of it yet. But I know for sure that some of that change is not good. Not for me. Not for my kids. And definitely not for my husband.

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Walk, Don’t Run, to the Cancer Treatment Finish Line

Though I want to sprint to the cancer treatment finish line, to be done with this, and for my body to start healing, I don’t want these next few months to go by too quickly. Because I’ll never get them back. And I don’t want to let cancer steal them away from me.

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There Are No Innocent Farts

When I was done I went back out to the bedroom and turned on my iPhone flashlight to check the condition of the sheets. Only a teensy weensy bit of shit had gotten onto my new West Elm sheets. I was relieved and figured I could lay a towel down over the spot and deal with it in the morning.

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Roid Rage

In the last few months, I’ve lost my hair, my taste for spicy food, a section of my right breast. But this is more of an indignity and painful than anything I’ve experienced.

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