TaTa Wars

Picture this: It's Christmas morning, but instead of unwrapping presents by the tree, I'm unwrapping IV lines in a cozy chemo chair. Talk about a plot twist, right? A Holiday Like No Other The hospital was eerily quiet, the usual hustle and bustle replaced with a calm serenity. The nurses, bless their festive hearts, were decked out in Santa hats and reindeer antlers, spreading cheer even as they administered my final doses of my previous month's partners in crime: Taxol and Carboplatin. Soon, I'll be enduring the Red Devil, a Chapter I am all too familiar with - yikes. The Gift of Resilience As I settled in for my last Taxol and Carboplatin treatment, I couldn't help but think how surreal it all felt. I decided to embrace the uniqueness of the moment. After all, what better time than Christmas and New Years to start a journey of hope and healing with my switching between my chemo companions? Deck the Halls with Humor The cancer center had turned the place into a mi...

So, I hopped into my Halloween Bunny outfit to celebrate the October 31st holiday in treatment. I did my best to put on the fun face and bring humor to those around me.  Yet, I couldn't help but think - here I am again, back in the chair, feeling the cold rush of the Taxol/Carbo coursing through my veins. The familiar metallic taste in my mouth, the waves of nausea, and the crushing fatigue remind me of the battle scars from my first round of chemo. It's a harsh reality check that no matter how strong I was the first time, this second bout won't be any easier. The November treatments shift and the physical toll is immense, but it's the emotional and mental strain that truly takes its toll. The constant rollercoaster that leaves me feeling drained. The hair loss, the weight fluctuations, and the overall sense of feeling unwell are relentless reminders of the war being waged inside my body. Guess what else the "Red Devil" chemo can do? It can sometimes cause fac...