MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE: This is a public service announcement. Those of you who know me, if you see a "greenish tint/glow" coming from me, please let me know; I need to monitor the levels of radiation I am emitting.
ABEG OOOOO!!!! I'M JUST KIDDING!!!! I'M NOT RADIATING ANYTHING!
Just a little humor to break up the "monotony" of the day and to keep a smile on your face!
So today, phase 2 of treatment started. For the next 6 weeks (thank God! At first the Doctor was saying 8), Monday thru Friday, I will be getting radiation to the left breast. Today was the first day. I'm not going to lie, it was a long walk to the Radiation center, I did have some FEAR ( False Evidence Appearing Real: this term belongs to Joyce Meyers; I can't take credit for it), thinking about the length of treatment, the burden of treatment, the possible side-effects of treatment. Hot piss catch me ooo !(literally. My kidneys get super excited when I'm nervous).
Laying on the table, half-naked, cold, and deriving no joy (TMI, but please bear with me) I kept playing over in my head this journey that WE have been on and I was like wow! It's been 5 months already.
(1) 10/21/13: Breast cancer diagnosis: shattering, devastating news
(2) 10/31/13: Surgery: Please tell me you've removed all the cancer and life goes back to normal (fat chance, that didn't happen).
(3) 12/30/13: Chemotherapy: Seriously, I have to go through all this????
(4) 3/31/14: Radiation: I CAN SEE THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL!!!
However, despite the shingles, nose-bleeds, skin changes, hair-loss, black finger & toe nails, ? forced menopause, initiation into the "Sisterhood of Hot flashing" (Nna mehn, hot-flashing with a wig on your head is absolutely no joke!! I almost whipped it off my head while seeing a patient last week. Instead I excused myself and left the room to compose myself). Talking about wigs, so I was seeing a patient last week and as we are talking about her medical issues, I felt sort of like a "cool breeze" on my forehead. I instinctively touched my forehead and the silly lace-front wig had shifted up and the wig cap was showing. Dilemma!!! What can a Black chick do but to say to the patient "excuse me, I need to fix my wig". Yes Sir!! I tugged and shifted it back into place. It was either that or let the wig fall off. HABA! I don't think so!! Medical appointment continued on. The look on the patient's face; PRICELESS!!!
But through it all, I thank God! I'm praising him through my situation, through my circumstances. I have received so much love and support from all of you that I am still in awe!! I thank God for all of you, for you all have through the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, made this journey easier for me. I could've never done it alone.
My last treatment will by God's grace be on May 9th, just in time to celebrate mothers day (5/11), my wedding anniversary (5/27) and for me to get ready for my birthday (5/31) HOLLA!!!!!
It is well, God is good and "there's a praise on the inside that I can't keep to myself"!! Soro m tonu Chukwu! He is carrying me through and I am holding on.
Thanks for reading, I'll keep you posted, and as always, thanks for taking this journey with me. You all are the "wind beneath my wings". God bless!
Chidinma
Psst! You know now; abeg, check your breasts!!
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