Treatment, Treatment, and more Treatment

Alright, buckle up for the treatment rollercoaster – it is a wild ride! If you are still hanging in there after dodging a few gross pictures, major kudos to you. They kick you out of the hospital faster than you can say "discharge," and let me tell you, leaving those safety net walls is nerve-wracking. And seriously, take my advice, resist the urge to Dr. Google your diagnosis – it is like a horror show in your browser. Post-tumor removal, it was time to give my head some time to heal, about three weeks of healing. And yes, I am beating the "don't Google it" drum again – seriously, do not. The internet can be scarier than any surgery.

Now, my treatment plan straightforward as it is for most people. I got the combo deal – Temodar (aka Chemo) and Radiation Therapy. They tag-team you for a solid six weeks, and let me tell you, it is like a marathon. I am currently surviving week three, and I am so tired I could probably sleep through a rock concert. And my hair? Well, it is not quite falling out, but it is doing a disappearing act. I call it my "hair vanishing trick."

Nausea is starting, but not bad with the meds they give you. Five days a week, I am at therapy, and every night, I take my chemo pills. Talk about a daily grind. But hey, I am getting used to this new normal. Stamina's slowly climbing back. Now, some folks think I am nuts for wanting to dip my toes back into work. But hey, I love what I do, and surrendering to a Netflix marathon is not my style. I am not waving the white flag; I am in this for the long haul, ready to give cancer a run for its money.

In the midst of all the chaos, let's not forget to find humor in the absurdity of it all. Laughter may not be the best medicine, but it sure beats a Google-induced panic attack. So, here is to tackling treatment, one punchline at a time! 🎢😅