Tag: Chemotherapy

Ring the Bell!


Clang! cried the bell, as noisemakers rattled and whoops and cheers rang out
Clang! pealed the bell, as noisemakers chattered with yells and applause
Clang! sang the bell, as noisemakers roared and voices whooped and hollered.
And I stood there, covered my face, and cried.

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Zero Risk is Never, Ever Possible


Over the last many weeks, many of you know that I have been going through chemotherapy. (You can read one of my posts here.) When I learned that chemotherapy was recommended after having a single mastectomy, I was stunned; we’d detected the tumors early, they’d removed the breast, and the cancer had not infiltrated my lymph nodes. But according to one of the latest, most sophisticated tests (oncotype), I was at high risk of recurrence of breast cancer at my age. The oncologist explained that the “ideal” number of rounds of chemo would be six (every three weeks), but four would be “acceptable.”

At this point, I have completed three rounds. I know that there are many women who find the treatment very debilitating, and although I was miserable and unwell, it could have been worse. But my husband and I began to rethink the decision to go more than four rounds. What was the source of our hesitation?

When the Unexpected Keeps Showing Up


In one sense, I’m tired of writing about my upcoming chemotherapy. If you’re tired of reading about my perceptions preceding it, sign off now. But I can’t help noticing that lovely things keep showing up. Unexpected. Loving. Delightful. Maybe these are all just flukes. Or maybe not.

I started to notice odd things starting yesterday. I had to get my teeth cleaned. (It turns out that once you begin chemo, you’re not supposed to get dental work until it’s over.) I start chemo on April 6; I had my next cleaning scheduled on April 7. So, we re-scheduled.

Five Years Cancer Free!


I am a Cancer survivor. In 2013, when I was 61 years old, I was told that if I started treatment immediately, I had a 90% chance of living for five years until age 66. I made it! Here is my cancer story.

Diagnosis: Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.