Chemo Round 26

I got home from the Coachella Music Festival at 4am on Monday morning, filled with joy by the incredible music I’d heard and memories I’d made (more on that coming soon). 

But there’s no rest for the weary in the land of WunderGlo.  Several hours later, I was back to killing cancer with my buddies Avastin and FOLFIRI.

All in all, this round went well. It wasn’t quite as easy as the ones that came before (I did a good bit of napping this time around), and I’m going to attribute that to my exhausting but amazing weekend that immediately preceded it.  Now that it’s Thursday, I’m feeling almost at 100%, which I’ll definitely get to by tomorrow morning when I’m heading into the office.

As always, I’m impressed and blessed by what my body can do. Sometimes, people say I’m “lucky” that I’m young and dealing with this disease. I’m not sure that being diagnosed with Stage IV colon cancer at the age of 28 can really be characterized as “lucky,” but I get what they’re saying.  Part of my resiliency is, no doubt, attributable to my age. But that’s definitely not the whole story. My diet, my fitness regimen, and all the other things I do to make myself as strong and formidable an opponent against cancer is all part of why I’m doing so well in this fistfight of mine. There are no excuses, no complaints, and no regrets in this journey. I work as hard as I can to help myself and others, I embrace all the challenges of cancer treatment, and I savor each moment of life.  

I don’t concern myself with statistics of survival. I don’t flinch at the idea that my odds of long-term survival aren’t good.  In fact, I actually don’t even believe that. I think my odds of living a long, long time are actually pretty fantastic. 

I’m living, I’m thriving, and I’m enjoying every minute of it. 

And that sends a cold shiver down cancer’s backbone.