If you have read my previous ramblings, you know that I am undergoing treatment for breast cancer. I have seen mulitple copies of something someone wrote "What Cancer Cannot Do". It is a positive statement for those under treatment and for those who care about them. Well, I am telling you right now.....cancer may not do it, but this damn chemo can change you. I am 62, been married for 33 years, am an RN with a very big job, people tell me all the time how strong and tough I am. Well, let me just tell you in this safe place where few of you know my name.....I am not. Just the second round of OMG six treatments has turned me into a whiny, pitiful lump of nothing. This stuff is awful. I have so much admiration for those who have fought this bravely. I have a long list of friends, family and coworkers who are out there believing in me...wearing t-shirts, sending messages. I hope my husband is lying to them and telling them I am tough and brave. I am not.
We have a dog. She is a mutt. She is not the smartest dog I have ever known, but she is cute and sweet. Since I got sick she has become my constant companion. She follows me from room to room. She sleeps on her bed at the foot of my bed. This morning she did not want to go out as she usually does. My husband made her go out and threatened her with chemo to get her moving. It certainly keeps me in the bathroom...do not worry..no details. I looked at him and said..."I would not do this to a dog" and I wouldn't.