The End of the Beginning

I’m almost done. This Friday, May 4, 2012, is my last chemo. I don’t want to go, but I’m doing it anyway—because I don’t want to be a quitter. Because I don’t want to reproach myself later if the...

Art and Exercise

I just returned from working out at La Familia Rec Center, near Dailey Park in Denver. It’s a few blocks from our apartment. During this cycle of chemo (the third), I was a little later getting...

The Chemo-Chemical Complex

The post I wrote yesterday about chemo was so reasoned, so calm. But later that night, after watching Bright Star by Jane Campion, my true feelings came out. First of all, I have to explain that...

That Old Familiar Road

This week I’m not sure that “adventure” is the right word to describe chemotherapy for triple-negative breast cancer. “Endurance trial” seems wrong too, since my...

Woman at the Barbershop

Once I started chemotherapy for triple-negative breast cancer, I became obsessed with having my hair buzzed at a barbershop before chemo could take it from me. Not that losing hair is new to me. My...

My foolish week

I took Cancer Vixen literally. After reading it, I thought the first couple of days after chemo would be easy. The steroids would keep me pumped until Sunday, at least. Maybe Prednisone works that...

port surgery, chemo port

Hard to port

I had a port inserted today so that I can receive chemotherapy (and have blood drawn) through the port instead of through a vein in my hand or arm. The left side of my chest is a little sore now, and...