It is now only 8 days until my last Chemo session and 9 till my last radiation.
I'm planning a party to celebrate on the weekend following the end of the treatment. While it may be a self-serving excuse for a party, I think getting through the treatments deserves some special celebration.
Within two weeks after the end of treatment I shall be scheduled for a battery of follow-up scans, and then onwards into surgery! Excelsior!
The last week has been a little rough as the combined effects of treatment take their toll. It occurred to me that my current pharmacology assortment is actually designed to treat me for the effects of chemo as opposed to actually being anti-cancer. It's a sobering reflection on the toxicity and efficacy of the treatment itself.
Chemo is essentially applied poison directed at the cancer: the trick is to do more damage to the cancer than to healthy cells, i.e. me.
I once wrote I was eager to feel the "damage" being done to the cancer. I can now say I'm achieving success in that regard. The moral of that is to be careful what you wish for.
With all that said, however, I will add that I'm doing very well so long as I remember to keep on top of my meds.
I'll type more tomorrow after I return from chemo.
Here's a photo of my current drugs.