So, chemo is done. Side effects are winding away. No more wicked chemicals coursing through my body killing off any fast producing cells that it runs it across.
Tomorrow is my last abdominal radiation treatment. Over the next ten days I will have three radiation treatments that are internal and are specific to the place where my cervix use to be. After that done.
My body will heal. I will start to feel stronger again, I will have to work to put some muscle back on my body. It’s all gone. They say it will take months for the fatigue to really go away. I will go to the doctor every three months for the next few years.
As I lay on the radiation table last Friday it occurred to me that soon I will no longer have help in battling off any of these vicious cells. If one cancer cell remains in body after tomorrow it will have free reign. I will no longer be trying to poison it, or zap it with lasers. I mean, sure, I’ll do what I can to minimize any growth potential. I’ll eat all the right foods and drink all the right things. I’ll go back to regular exercise and do whatever I can to stay strong and keep my immunity at full strength. But still….terrifying.
It’s not like it will affect my day to day life. I can only do what I can do, right? But stil