Last biopsy had an increase of cancer cells from 5% to 25%, so I'm back on chemo meds.
But I'm hanging in. At least until I pick up one of my daily pill bottles and see this crual reminder...
Like I need to know that. So I ripped the sticker off this morning and laughed that it took me so long to take my power back.
Whew - I feel better already! At least a smidgion.
I'll lie everywhere but here on The Daily Dose... so as guilty as this is going to make me feel... I'm just going to say it:
This is HARD!
Really, really, really... hard!
Hardest thing I've ever done, actually (and I've done a lot of hard the last 8 years).
There are reminders everywhere and I'm not just talking about pill bottles. I'm talking about infertility and so many failed attempts at IVF and FET. I'm talking about infant loss. I'm talking about cancer. I'm talking about living childless...and Christmas...and loss of hope...all of it combined in one giant pot of nothingness.
My pillow is usually a little wet at night and I must have silent tears come down my face at least 4-5 times a day. Nobody sees it or even has the faintest clue because I try to be a really upbeat, positive person by nature...
But oh-boy do I feel it.
Every second, of every day, I feel it.
And despite the 99.9% positivity that I try to portray and focus on, there is the .1% in the back of my head that wonders how on earth I am ever going to endure it.
Especially through another holiday season.