SHALOM!
I finally had the 'port' put in my chest, a more permanent hole so that I do not have to be pricked over and over again in my arm to find a good vein. Every treatment is a 'big' ordeal for me. I do worry and fret, but somehow get through it and its aftermath pain. But now it is a part of me, as was my operation, as was my blood clots. Everything in life comes and passes. My break of feeling 'normal' for Pesach was quite nice-but in the back of my mind is the worry-'what if the cancer is growing or attaching on to another molecule?' So that I just want to get onto the treatment and get it over with, although it is a long haul. 8-12 weeks, once a week of Taxol chemotherapy, where you are drugged and sleep or are half out of it, and lie there. Once I understand it all, I will express myself better. For now, I eat as I know it is difficult to do so once chemo sets in. Thank G. for my family who supported me for the insert of the port, for my family to sit by my side while under the Taxol drugs. Life is for now, every day, every minute. No one knows the future-even the healthy population.
So be well, enjoy today! Will write again at some point.
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