5th
…And then the fog lifts.
The best way to explain how I feel after ever chemo treatment is like getting the flu every other week.
Vomiting, insomnia, sniffles, chills, hot flashes, yuckiness, crappiness, muckyness.
And then after a few days, the fog would lift a bit, and every day after that I’d feel a bit better. Then on my off chemo week I’d take off somewhere else. Not feeling perfect, but feeling good enough.
I have never said no to anything since being diagnosed. I have spoken at both 140 conferneces, NY and LA, I’ve spoken at Blog World, co-emcee’d the LIVESTONG challenge with Ethan, and more stuff that I can’t remember. Blame the chemo brain.
Just now, I feel the fog lifting again. A familiar feeling.
Except this time…
It’s for longer than a week.
Think about all of the stuff we’ve accomplished in the past 6 months together. Now think about the next 6 months where I start to feel like myself again.
We kicked cancer in the nuts, now we’re going for the final blow.
You’ve gotten me through so much, I can’t even begin to verbalize it. I’ll find a way soon as I start feeling better, I promise.
I can’t thank you enough, and you know who you are. Everyone who has tweeted, blamed, donated, shared a story, cried with me on the phone…we’re just getting started.
