Well, it looks like I’m part of the 6% – ers. Last November, they told me that approximately 6% of people with my diagnosis get rid of the cancer. As of last Thursday, I was told I was cancer free, and thus CHEMO FREE!!!!!! In the last couple of months, I have been lying low with my phone turned off. The chemo and the numbness in my feet and fingers was very annoying and getting me down. I was tired a lot. I was fighting the chemo and not the cancer. I got a scan done over a month ago that showed “no discernible mass”. Then I got an endoscopy last week, with biopsy(s) that confirmed that there was no cancer present. Now, I’ll be having scans every two months just to check up, check in with my doctors, say hi to the nurses and keep an eye out.
I owe this “win” in this short period of 11 months (which doesn’t feel that short when you consider you’re doing chemo every other week) to many different things. It was a combination of being healthy enough, finding it at a relatively early stage, thinking positive and refusing to dwell on it too much, getting good advice, changing my diet (less sugar and red meat); I’m pretty sure that extra virgin coconut oil, and Phoenix Tears with lots of CBD’s (both are tumor fighting agents) combined with the prescribed multilayer chemotherapy helped as well. I also have all my family and friends from different tribes with their positive thoughts and prayers to thank, because just knowing that everyone was out there pooling that energy was really helpful. I should also thank my three dogs for bringing me extra happiness and laughter, but unfortunately they can’t read – although I’m not really sure about Luther…he might actually be able to read.
I haven’t been writing lately…because, why? I’m not sure. The chemo was making me more tired, but overall I knew I was winning. In the beginning, when I felt very mortal, I possibly felt that I had to get the words out and say all of these things before it was too late. Now, I have been feeling a lot better and I’m back to feeling more immortal. I don’t have death staring over my shoulder therefore I’m not as inspired to write. Hmmmm….could it be that the grim reaper is my muse? Well, that sucks.
C’est la vie. Life goes on (thank goodness). Live it while you got it.