Things I Learned The Month I Stood Still
Chemo brain is a very real thing. It will make me forget that months are ending and that monthly lesson posts are to be done. Whatever, it’s my blog and I’ll blog what I want to. Even if it’s four days late ;)
My cottage is the best place on Earth. No, really.
Even with an endless amount of TV, movies, and books and one’s disposal, it is still possible to be bored out of your mind.
Telling a stranger that I have cancer does not get easier with practice.
You can (and should) french toast just about anything.
Yoga classes while on chemo are a great idea for relaxing and moving my body. But making a commitment to be somewhere at the same time every week when I never know how sick I’m going to feel is impossible.
There are hundreds of varieties of tomatoes! And they all taste very different from each other!
It is so, so important that I find ways to feel proud of myself outside of what I am physically capable of doing. Being able to run is great, but it shouldn’t be my only source of self worth.
Any time something is being inserted under my skin, I should really ask for an anaesthetic. Do they give laughing gas for PICC insertions? It think that would be a good time…
I can’t let the opinions of others dictate how I handle my days. I am going to have a lot of bad days in a row, and even a lot of good days in a row. There is nothing in place that says how I should or shouldn’t be feeling.
Pies are so deceptive. And so is the movie Waitress. Not quite *that* easy.
Wigs are fun, but they don’t replace the hair on my head. They tangle more easily, are hotter, and are harder to twirl around my finger.
I know I actually have no control as to when the cancer is gone, but telling it to fuck off by my 26th birthday feels pretty damn good.
I’ve spent so much time over the past few months obsessing over my own health, it’s a huge relief to pay attention to the well being of another little creature.
It’s possible for a 12 lb dog to totally steal my heart.