It’s been a week when I didn’t have to do chemo, and, physically, I felt relatively good. Emotionally, I felt slightly off-center, almost like I am a beat behind on everything. Things feel confusing much of the time. I become hesitant to speak and, when I do, I say the wrong thing.
In this space, I wonder why I am doing all this to keep going, and going where? Will things get better or is this what my life will forever be like in the best case? And if it will forever be like this, would I prefer that it is longer or shorter?
To consider that shorter is acceptable becomes a step down a slippery slope. Then, instead of looking at all the things I CAN do, I look at the things I can’t: I tire more easily; my brain doesn’t work so well; I can be more scattered than focused. Those thoughts impact how I feel, and the downward spiral continues.
Then, one day this week, I received messages from two friends. One shared that there were clearly spots on her mammogram, but when she went for her biopsy, no one could find the spots. The spots were there, on the study, and then they were gone. Wow.
Another friend was just “fired” by his oncologist, meaning that the cancer (stage 4 colorectal, which many would say is incurable) has been gone for so long that he doesn’t have to go back for checkups.
These stories remind me that anything is possible. These people aren’t distant strangers; they are friends. I am grateful to my friends for sharing their stories, and grateful to God and the universe that they were shared at the perfect time to get through to me. Thank you.
Please know in your core that, whatever you are aiming for, anything is possible!