Hormone blockers are supposed to be my friend and strongest ally. For the next ten years, no less. Well, round two, with a progesterone booster, has fared no better for me than round one did. Worse even. It is discouraging, demoralizing and just plain old depressing to be on the home stretch and see the end zone slipping out of reach. I don’t even like football, but the analogies seem to fit all too well.
I am experiencing every single “possible” side effect of the latest drug. Really? Back in the day I could tolerate any drug in any concoction better than most. Why, now, am I in the 10% or less group of women who cannot tolerate this treatment. A rhetorical question, obviously, with no rhyme or reason to the end result. A battery of tests and consults have been added to my already overloaded schedule of chemo and tests next week.
Time to get out of the house/cave and live a little. Having a ladies lunch with a new BFF, then a dinner meeting with the Scottsdale Society of Women Writers, another fabulous new connection in my life. A little shopping in between (not my favorite thing to do, but what the hey…) And yes, sister by choice, perhaps a massage manana. So, smiling and singing my blessings…encouraging my teammates to stop rebelling and join the fight with me…I am off to find some joy.
Sep. 26, 2013
Judy Richter 