Tag: fear
The Finish Line
I’ve somewhat avoided this post for a few days, mostly because I was too tired to think and also because I didn’t know if I could do the specialness of this day justice. October 20th was a day I had been anticipating for every… Continue Reading “The Finish Line”
Week Six
The final week of treatment is finally over, and I cant even begin to count how many times I thought it would never get here. Reading back through some of the posts, I already don’t remember some of the smaller details of things that… Continue Reading “Week Six”
Week Five
How is it already the end of week 5? How is there only 1 week to go? And why didn’t the first 3 weeks go by this quickly? Actually I’m not sure these weeks have gone by all that fast after all. I think… Continue Reading “Week Five”
A Bit of Reflection
Feeling nostalgic tonight (as usual) as I sit here on the 2nd to last Monday of treatment and the first day looking at single digit days until the finish line. Reflecting about the last year and wondering how I ever got to this place… Continue Reading “A Bit of Reflection”
Week Four
I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I stayed in bed for nearly the entire day on Saturday, that this week the number of treatments left started getting smaller than the number of treatments behind me, or that my cold and allergies finally… Continue Reading “Week Four”
Week Three
Lots of new developments in week 3. End of last week brought absolute fatigue and thankfully we were able to rest all weekend so I could catch up a little. Monday I was up and ready to run 6 marathons and blew through the… Continue Reading “Week Three”
The Valleys
This post has nothing to do with our wedding, but those pictures remind me of happier days and days where I felt beautiful, healthy, and 100% like myself. I struggled far more in the last 4 days than I care to admit, but I… Continue Reading “The Valleys”
Week Two
Week two is coming to a close, and I’m more than thankful to have 1/3 of these treatments behind me. This week has been much easier in so many ways, but I’m noticing that the end of the week is also the hardest. The… Continue Reading “Week Two”
Week One
Week one of radiation is officially behind us: 5 days of masks, mouth pieces, gowns, beams, and white sheets covering hard plastic tables. 5 days of walking down the hall in a hospital gown (neked from the waist up) with my co-workers staring a… Continue Reading “Week One”
Game Time
I was thinking on my way to work yesterday how the weight of things had lessened a little lately. How I haven’t felt the heaviness of what’s going on as much despite all the appointments, and I’ve actually forgotten anything happened for the most… Continue Reading “Game Time”
Gone, Glanda, Gone 