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Round 12 with Ivan Drago - tomorrow.
11 of 12 chemo treatments done. 12 of 12 tomorrow. Every single one being it’s own war with it’s own surprises, frustrations, panics, fears.
Tomorrow I get to say “no more” and have my wish granted.
Sometimes when I was alone in bed and hurting I’d cry “no more” over and over. It was my “why me”. I felt more in control saying no more though.
The thought of chemo makes me smell chemicals. Think of that weird choking feeling I get in my throat when the toxic meds are pushed into my system.
No more.
Tomorrow I’m done. It’s going to take a while to heal mentally and physically. For 12 treatments my body has been torn apart without healing. I’m looking forward to healing.
But it will take time.
Tomorrows a big day but there are people on my mind who haven’t been as lucky. I will battle cancer for the rest of my life whether I have it or not.
I made that promise to myself the day I was diagnosed.
I #blamedrewscancer for doing a shitty job of trying to take me out. You’re mine.
