It's been a year since I finished chemo. I feel quite well, thank you. My hair is back in full curly unruliness. The nerve damage that made my hands and feet numb/tingly/swollen/painfully cold-sensitive is slowly but steadily healing. Hands are 100% well; my feet still tingle all the time but are much improved.
Going to the doctor's office didn't feel like a Woo-hoo-I'm-better! celebration, it was more of a Wow-I-hate-this-place stressor. No one there is offended. I'm sure it's a common experience for patients who are in remission. When my doctor asked how I was feeling told I was stressed about being with her. She laughed and referred to post-traumtic stress disorder. I can't imagine what her days are like, seeing patients in such wildly varied stages of physical and emotional health.
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Sam walked through the living room last week and, reading a button someone gave me last year, asked, "Mom, why does that says Cancer Sucks?" Oh, dear. Because it's true. Now please don't use that word again for at least 15 years.
3 comments:
I have had a very similar, but also very different I imagine, experience at my OB office. Can totally relate to the stress that just being in the building can bring. Praise God that the stress of being healthy is the battle you had to face today.
Hi Susan!
Hopefully it doesn't seem creepy or anything, but I'm a member of Immanuel that has been following your blog for a while- probably since Pastor Ben and your family left. I was one of his confirmation students the first year or so after you guys came. This weekend, a past Immanuel student, Sam Bohachek, unexpectedly passed away at 15. I didn't know her personally, but I'm sure Pastor Ben did. For whatever reason, this made me think of you guys and what Pastor had done for me and my family. Our family along with a few of my cousins and their families attend Immanuel, and in 2009 our grandpa passed away. Pastor Ben showed up at the funeral the day after Christmas, and took the time out of his day and being with you and your family to stop by. When everyone was inside the church talking with the adults, Pastor Ben instead sat down with all of us grandchildren and spent time talking with us about our grandpa and our memories of him. I'm not sure we ever really let him know just how much this meant to us, but in the middle of it all, him coming and spending time with us when it isn't necessarily everyone's first priority at the time was just awesome. Whenever I think of that rough time I remember what he did and how helpful it had been, and just wanted to make sure you and him realize just how grateful we were for that and everything he did for us all while at Immanuel. So... kind of random, but it came to mind and I felt like letting you guys know. We miss you all at Immanuel!
Kelsey
Kelsey,
How very kind of you to write. What a nice memory. Thank you for sharing it.
I'm delighted to know that you read this blog sometimes. I believe God gives us to each other so we can share our lives. Blogging is a 21st century twist on a long tradition. :)
Susan
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