Wrestling Alligators
You're walking down the street, you look pretty hot (and not because the sun is out!). You look healthy even though you're just coming back from a doctor's appointment where you've been told that the last PetCT scan showed progression and that you will be changing chemos, filling yet another prescription for Kytril (to stave off the nausea), getting used to new side effects and having to tell family that things aren't going as well as it seemed.
You bump into a neighbor who says "Wow, don't you look great, where are you going?" "To the drug store" you reply. "How are you?" she asks. "How's it all going?"
A friend of mine says that having mets is like constantly wrestling alligators. You sit at the lunch table with friends, you excuse yourself, go wrestle an alligator, smooth your hair and come back to the table. That's how it feels with each CT scan, each MRI and each time we sit in the chemo chair with yet another cocktail running through our veins.
Most of us look at the neighbor and say, "Yea, everything's fine, tell me what's going on with you"…
Posted September 28, 2009.
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