I have finished all but one round of WBR and the biggest
warning that I got from the Doctor was that I would enter a state of fatigue
that she compared with the hibernation of a bear.
I have no doubt that the timing of my short term disability
leave from work is spot on. I am entering this hibernation period for sure.
Although I have spikes of energy, those are followed by aggressive fatigue. The
kind where you have to lay down RIGHT NOW whether that be on a bed, couch,
floor, dicey back alley, bed of hot coals (name any other horizontal surface).
Here is a list of some weirder side-effects that I
list here for anyone who may find them handy at some point:
1. EARS.
My ear canals are so
sore and itchy, it is driving me to madness. The radiation seems to have dried
them out and they have become a major distraction. I do believe that malevolent
forces could use ear-canal radiation for mind control.
2. Warning – 2 = TMI point. For those male friends and relatives
(or for any ladies who just don’t want to know), skip this point. Personal,
feminine nastiness that you may not want to equate with me. I include it for
the sake of transparency.
Oh, Ladies, it’s like Satan’s evil minions are trampling on
the delicate flower of womanhood of this middle-aged cancer chick. They tell
you that you may get mouth sores because the mouth is made of sensitive mucosal tissues. Well,
my mouth is fine, but the mucosal tissue of my ‘nether region’ has been under
attack. Yowza! I know it's not sex-related because, frankly, when chemo has taken the zip out of your ovaries and you've basically become a dried up, a-sexual person, you don't have much sex. Fortunately, my relationship with KB has always been more about a clicking of the minds instead of the booty. I think he's okay with it.
3. Excessive weepiness. Not depression, but tearing up about
a lot of stuff, some of it mundane, daily stuff. It’s like my heart is now, not
only on my sleeve, but pureed and spread all over my body. It’s a very
vulnerable feeling and not one I’m comfortable with.
THANK YOUS
KB. Always KB. Pick ups, drop offs, all the laundry,
cooking, cleaning, dog duties, paying bills, on his own while still teaching
and grading and doing his academic work and trying to engage me in interesting
conversation despite my insistence on talking about me and my cancer – a lot.
JM. Friend extraordinaire. Covering any transportation
to/from appointments when KB has faculty meetings at work. Good company plus
the gift of Postum, a chicory beverage from the WWII era for which I have
nostalgia. Thanks, JohnnyCakes!
SM. Co-worker and selfless friend. Shenanigans (not her real
name) has given me a ride to work throughout my WBR treatments. She lives in
the city, so this means she has to drive west out of the city, pick me up, then
drive back into the city (which is now completely under construction) to take me to
work. All this and she was happy to be paid in craft beer. Sweet deal. Sweet
girl.
CS. My boss. Understanding. Compassionate. I have no worries
as far as my job goes. A good person.
Loyola University Chicago. My employer. Genuinely
compassionate. So many well-wishes from people when they found out I was going
on STD. Providing unbelievably good, reasonably priced health insurance that, because I
have it, I have no medical debt at all, despite most of my treatments costing
nearly 60K every three weeks.
All the good people out there sending care packages, good
vibes and solid prayers on my behalf. I wouldn’t be here without you. May God’s
peace and blessings surround you all.
And now, time for that nap.