As a child I loved watching cartoons. Perhaps enamored by his resilience, I always enjoyed watching Wile E. Coyote chase the Road Runner. He’d get blown up, run over, and have huge things fall on him, but Wile E. always got back up and kept going. I thought of him yesterday as I climbed out from beneath the wreckage of Chemo Round 4, which hit me like a freight train.
Nearly seven years ago when I first started chemo, I remember posting after a particularly hard round that even my eyelids hurt. That’s how I felt Wednesday night and Thursday. I hurt from head to toe and felt truly miserable. Wednesday night I dreamed that I was on my way to work when my car died. Someone picked me up and took me to a party. I protested saying I needed to go to work. Then I realized that all the people at the party were relatives who had died. I said, “Wait a minute. I don’t want to be at this party. Everybody’s dead.” I’m guessing I felt like I was dying but decided I wasn’t ready to go just yet.
Thankfully, I was considerably better yesterday and much better today. The plan is for me to have two more rounds before the end of the year. I have a scan set for December 27 to see how the tumors are responding to treatment. I’m hoping six rounds will do it and I can take a break after the first of the year.
Finally, I am very happy to report that David and I got a new dog today! Her name is Sugar. She is a 1 1/2 year old Pyredoodle – a mix between a Standard Poodle and a Great Pyrenees – and she is adorable! She looks a lot like a Golden Doodle or Labradoodle, but her breed is not so energetic. I think she’ll be the perfect addition to our family.
As I think about all that I have to be thankful for, I am cognizant that there are many people in the community who are hurting terribly. The recent murder of the Central cheerleader and the Gatlinburg fire are heartbreaking. Hold your loved ones especially close this Christmas season. We never know what tomorrow brings.