I’ve had a full week of being semi-normal. I went into work every day. I didn’t work a complete full day every day, but at least 6 hours each day. And I took care of my kids and home, and I had some decent energy. I even did a Pilates workout and plucked a new eyebrow hair. Didn’t see that coming!

But yesterday I filled two prescriptions, one a steroid and one an anti-nausea medication, to prep for my next treatment on Monday. Ugh. It’s crazy how I get through 3 weeks and feel almost great, only to do it all over again. And I’m not even having that many rounds! I will forever feel for anyone who has been in these shoes.

I am now technically halfway done. I’ve been through 2 (of 4) treatments as well as the 3 healing weeks that follow, so 6 out of 12 weeks are complete. Even though I will be so happy and want to celebrate my last treatment, it won’t truly be complete until a few weeks later. The treatments are but a few hours, but the actual healing comes in the weeks that follow.

Tomorrow is the last day I’ll feel “normal” for about two weeks. On Sunday I start steroids again, which cause me to be all over the place. I get a lot accomplished, but it messes with me. Monday is the treatment. Tuesday is a white blood cell injection. Wednesday I go off steroids and begin to not feel well, which lasts into the weekend. By Sunday I can drive again. The next week is somewhat of a wildcard, at least at the start of the week. I have to watch what I eat and how much I do. By the end of the week I’m usually rounding the bend into somewhat normal, but tired, mode again. And then I get a week of regular normal. Until the next treatment.

This is hard. I can do it, but that doesn’t make is less hard.

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