Ready for Chemo

Three weeks ago, I didn't feel like doing three more months of chemo. I had my hands full with post-op healing and felt that the real battle was behind me. I was riding the high of Sugarbaker's surgical success and didn't know how I'd get my head back in the game for this last bit of treatment.

Two weeks ago, I was nervous about these three next months of chemo. My wounds were still raw, my appetite was small, and I was losing weight almost by the day. I didn't know how I'd react to these drugs now that all visible cancer was totally out of my body, and I was worried.

A week ago, I wanted to put off chemo. I started to feel stronger and was enjoying my ever-increasing freedom. Maybe I could fit in one last weekend trip without dealing with my bag o' chemo, I thought. I wasn't worried anymore, but I wasn't focused. 

But now, the night before chemo treatments start, I am ready. I am focused, I am strong, I am confident, and I can't wait to get started. Game day is tomorrow, and I'm prepared and ready to play. Cancer has already lost, but now it's time for a victory lap.