Bouncing back has been my routine. It’s what I do. After getting diabetes at age thirteen, and after many other medical tribulations, I have always simply bounced back. I’m not even sure why or how. Just happens. My mind says to itself, well, it’s time to get on with it … wallowing feels super crappy.
This cancer predicament is a new challenge to my bounce-back ability. Feels like a big test. But I’ve always done okay on tests. It only took a few words to restore my outlook this last week. On Wednesday my onco doc said that, yes, my tumors are growing in size and number, BUT, they are still small (that, of course, is compared to what he has seen). Okay, I like any good news.
The cancer I am dealing with is breast cancer that has metastasized to both the bone (my sternum was the first site) and now the liver. The liver is what we’re watching. At some point the cancer may impede the livers ability to function, and that will be a drag. But right now, my liver function, while not 100%, is pretty sturdy. And, I’m getting a little vacation from chemo. I’ll be taking a couple hormonal drugs for a while. Will feel like a cake walk!
But lets return to the important stuff. My hair is still a see-through, messy scattering of white hairs standing on end, with my shiny scalp showing through. Oy! While my wig is super flattering, it’s a pain in the neck to wear, sliding around in this summer heat. I save it for “evening-wear” mostly. Baseball caps are the easiest attire for trips outside the house, and oh, I am so not a baseball cap sorta gal. Oh well, am now : )
I’ve been assured that my hair will return. And while I’m on break from chemo, I’m hoping the onco researchers are working overtime. Because I am!