Although I had every intention of posting on the reg about what happens when a loved one goes through chemo, I have failed. I think a big reason is because Mom does so well with it all. She has some issues for about 4 days after her big treatment of T, C, and H... then she's really okay. Leg pain and diarrhea is about it. No nausea or super mega fatigue. It is what it is.
On another (rather depressing) note, one of my favorite shop regulars has also been battling lung cancer. I believe it was stage 3, as he was a life-long smoker. This time last year, he quit and started smoking e-cigarettes, and was so proud of what he'd accomplished. I was too. About the time Mom was diagnosed, he was as well. He did one round of chemo and started another, as he was a bit worse off. I found out yesterday he was in the hospital and the disease has spread to his pancreas. Bad sign, and my friend has just a few days left per the doctors. Now, doctors don't always know everything- but you have to be honest with yourself about things. I found out yesterday at work, and had a slight break down. I've found myself to be pretty sensitive about cancer-talk in general, as I don't want to discuss it unless it is with someone I like and trust. That's about 10 people total in the world. Finding out that my friend potentially lost the battle was just a bit much. All of this is scary. Cancer is fucking scary. You don't know what it's going to do, and when it does do something unexpected- it's usually not good. It's a game of hurry up and wait... you do what you can, but sometimes it's not enough. There's nothing you can absolutely make happen. For someone who is Type A to a fault like myself, that's hard to deal with and I usually try to not think about it. If I do, I usually lose a day to being weepy, angry, lethargic, and just downright depressed. Even though Mom is doing so well, this still happens. Because you never know- you don't know what's going to happen in 10 years. You don't know what could happen in YOUR body in the next 10 years. It's just too much unknown, and you deal with it the best you can. And this is coming from me- who doesn't have to personally deal with the disease. All I can do is shave my head and try to relate, but my heart truly does go out to those who are actually affected. Women who have a family to raise and have to deal with the disease. Wives who have their husbands taken from them entirely too soon. Husbands who have to see their wives be stripped of their immediate features that declare them women. I don't suck- this disease sucks. But it is what it is, and you do what you have to do and hope it's enough.
That's enough being a Debbie Downer. My bad. :) It's almost Crimmus. Y'all get excited about that shit, because I gotta say... I kinda am.