The treatment process is OVER . . . WOOT-WOOT!
All right, reminders remain. A large portion of my upper abdomen is splotchy with mottled skin, and my new hair-do is approximately an 1/8 of an inch of fuzz (but, I’m going with cute, so don’t burst my bubble on that), and my finger and toe nails still look bruised and alternately white-to-greyish, but I HAVE PLANS baby! None of them involve an immediate mani/pedi (don’t ask), but I have FUTURE plans, LIFE time plans, WRITING plans. (Insert another woot-woot here.)
The last few weeks have been, apparently, so anticlimactic that there hasn’t been a writer’s motivating moment to spark this final post. I’ve been busy though . . . in ways that show me I’m back (or still) in the Game Of Life. I’m navigating my daughter’s busy life at full throttle (her big annual Ice Show, Power of The Pen competition-she’s progressed to State level, her invitation to compete in the orchestra’s Music In The Park competition at Cedar Point, keeping up with her Bat-Mitzvah Club friends, running for a new office in Student Council, 5 skating tests in one day followed by a school awards ceremony, and Oy, her up-coming summer plans). Exhausting as it all is, I keep cheering “Rock IT OUT” because, as I have now been schooled, life is short . . . even without an early death.
This journey has been amazing on so many levels. For one thing, I’ve managed to learn more than any pamphlet, article, or book has ever offered regarding life altering experiences. True, I was noticing my education as treatment plowed along, but here at the end of the initial journey, wow. There’s a lot more of the experience still being absorbed.
For one thing, the more tasks you can take on, the richer your whole day is. We seem to want to have clear schedules and nothing to do, but what I REALLY want is longer lists and more urgency! I crave crucial duties and IMPORTANT activities and critical assignments. And I can make them up as I start my day. Ahh . . . my days. The list can begin with anything, but if your family needs groceries, that can be crucial!!!! Especially if you weren’t able to go get groceries 3 months ago. It’s true that I felt really important to my family when they were taking care of me, but now that I can do something to elevate their comfort I feel VITAL.
Important and vital are two very different things for me these days. Personal health is one thing, community health is another, and national relations are a whole different kind of health.
It becomes more clear to me everyday that my cancer coincided with a deeper cancer in the structure of our government, and, the general public’s civility. Currently I’m panicking that our president might be experiencing an early death of another nature (or the same, hard to tell). Criticism might just kill our president, and we should all be aware that unwarranted criticism can be deadly to any of us.
I have some thoughts on how we are treating each other . . . and on how we are being treated by our representatives, and I’m wondering if anyone else out there would like to see more open-mindedness, and more honesty from both parties, from the ground up. In the interest of discovery to this end, I’ve begun a different blog. If you’ve liked my writing, and if you have any curiosity about any possible commonality of interests between the various political parties here in the United States, please visit me at QuickTrumpTrends
I encourage you to leave notes or questions regarding any thoughts that arise as you read!
And now, for my farewell to ChemoGirl (and Radio-Active ChemoGirl), I thought I leave you with a few visual comparisons from the beginning of my journey until now.
The season at the beginning:
The season now:
Me at the beginning:
I used to think that without coloring my hair I was “salt & pepper.” Umm, correction. But hey, the above shrub had a lot more color before too! 🙂
So anyhow . . . TA-DAA! I’m done!
Don’t forget to visit the other site if you’re interested – QuickTrumpTrends, and thanks for being part of this journey with me, it means more than I can possibly say.