#6monthspostchemo

Happy holidays!

Two days ago was my one year anniversary since that dreadful day that turned my world upside down when my doctor told me I had a high grade cancer. I've come a long way since then, and I think I am a better person because of it. It's my 6 month anniversary since the last day of chemo next week. I'm happy to say that my biopsy came back negative. That was such a relief. I have a lot of hair now, so much that I can almost style it the way I want to. Having short hair is actually harder to keep up with than long hair. I've lost a lot of weight, I'm almost back to my old size. I'm gaining more and more of my strength back everyday. I remember at work when I couldn't lift the buckets of ranch and pizza sauce because I was so weak, now I don't really have a problem with it anymore. My port scar has been kind of giving me problems and I don't know if it's normal or not. It hurts really bad sometimes and it always hurts to touch it. It's also a really ugly scar that people always seem to comment on. I've been pretty happy for the most part. Sometimes things get the best of me and I break down, but I just get back up again. My mom's treatment hasn't started to show any improvement yet and she's having a difficult time with it. It's really hard to see my mom in so much pain. I have an idea what she's going through and I know it's not easy. I can't believe how low I got during chemo, and how depressed I was without even realizing it. I'm happy I'm not in that dark place anymore. I just hope my mom will improve. I just want to be able to go out to eat with my mom and go on a walk with her. Go on vacation. Or just sit down at the table with her.