I’m really happy to be able to say that the Anti-Constipation Plan seems to be working. At least, it worked very well this morning. We’ll see what happens the rest of the week.
Up until yesterday, I’ve been sharing this experience on a private group on Facebook. I announced Siggy on my Facebook timeline yesterday, and I am overwhelmed and humbled by the responses from my friends. I didn’t know I had so many people who cared about me. You guys all rock my world!
Shelley and I had a lovely lunch at Panera, then scooted over here to the chemo lounge for dessert.
I’m relaxed in my chair, wearing my official chemo sox (thanks Pam!) and eating a snack of pop corn that was just brought around by the snack cart ladies. It’s all so festive, if a little quiet. Maybe I need to start planning some parties here. Hmm. This is something to consider.
Sitting next to my chair is the machine that’s pumping poison into my body. It’s important for me to remember that poisonous Gemma is my friend. Together we’re killing off the evil Siggy. But it’s a little freaky to think that I’m giving this nasty potion free access to my body. In quiet moments, there is a part of me that wants nothing to do with the chemo. I hate the idea that it’s in my body. But I want to live as long as I can, and there’s studies that show the chemo can help with that.
Life is a series of compromises.