I can recall the whole ordeal like a distorted scary movie you saw as a youngster that never left your mind
The dates the expressions, the punchy one liners after diagnosis to the white noise that squealed so loud my ears bled after the separation
The days that hit me so hard, that I didn’t think I’d ever see the light again in that tunnel
The tunnel… had never been so long
And to walk it alone is not easy
Over these months though my fears I had have diminished
Blood tests, weight being measured, admissions to hospitals, needles, pain, fatigue, nausea, dehydration, facing mortality, isolation, financial struggles, abandonment, separation, losing parts of your body and battling with parts of your mind
The side effects varied
Peripheral neuropathy and morphine were never what I’d known about until this time
This year has been endless and yet this part is done
This year has broken me
Yet today I rang the bell for completion
My emotions are lost in a cluster fcuk of thoughts emotions bewilderment and anger
They can’t be, because I’m feeling it all simultaneously
They can’t escape because I’m locked up
What is all this nonsense
How was this ever possible
How have I done it
How did I carry on
This is not a battle with cancer
This is a war with yourself
You have to trust fast and dig so deep your hands will never heal from the dragging of ruins below you
The hole is dark and you are covered in all the scars and pain and poison flows around your body like a power cut on your health
You have to witness your appearance change in ways no Snapchat filter could ever really prepare you for
You have to watch the fear and pain deepen and embed in everyone you knows eyes
You have to drag yourself out of bed in agony you could never describe to just shower and eat
You can’t keep your breath at 36 when you’ve spent 3 years lifting weights
You get dizzy making a coffee
Too much is taken but you sign the contracts and you accept the consequences because life is important
Yes it’s a new world for me now
Yes it’s a new process
Plans will not be as they once were and patience is my new religion
I am being kind to myself because I have to be, yet, I mourn my previous life and body
My path is different but it’s the clearest path I’ve ever seen
My life is different but it is what it is, and I will live it to the full
My heart is hurt, but will heal
My bodies scarred, but is stronger
My mind is baffled, but is finding the answers and the storage for processing and moving forward
Today marked the end of 8 cycles of chemo
Four EC with 4 admissions
Four Paclitaxal with 2 admissions
Picc Line in and then out
Blood results were up every test, even when I caught Covid
Weight gained but due to meds
Codeine and morphine for pain
I rang the bell today
And I am proud of myself
Because after all the fear tears and sleepless nights
I’m at the light in this tunnel
I’ve got respite to come and then I go again!
No comments:
Post a Comment