The more my heart races. I get my CT results on Tuesday. I’m so terrified that someone is going to say, “Oops, guess that didn’t work”. I really don’t want to do this again. The first time was the most difficult thing I’ve ever lived through. There were days that I made deals with myself against ending it. It just hurt so bad. imagine waking up every day for a year feeling like someone had beaten you with a baseball bat during the night. You are powerless to stop it. Nothing makes it better.
The second round was bad, but without the massive surgeries bad. Nope this one I looked fine, walked fine, talked fine, and I think people had a hard time realizing how much I hurt on the inside. The scar tissue has been aggravated by the chemo for the last three months. My Neuropathy is coming back with a vengeance. My hands go numb at the most inappropriate times. Really feels weird when it feels like the left side of your face is sliding off. I’m melting!!!!
I also get another “maintenance” round of chemo on Tues. The first round knocked me on my ass for two weeks. I’m just recovering my strength this week and I have to go again. So not fair. I do hope that as I get more used to it, my body will adjust and accommodate the chemo. I really don’t want to sleep the next year away.
It’s Monday morning now. Didn’t sleep for much last night. Kept thinking of bad results or good results but with the anticipation of having to do this again, or no results, they screwed the test up, which has happened before.
I had actually forgotten that radiation keeps cooking you even after you stop receiving it. Three weeks after getting my last treatment, the opening of my throat feels like its swollen shut to the size of a small straw opening. Swallowing food is an adventure. I never know if I’m actually going to swallow it or cough it back up. Eating is always an adventure these days.
So, I’m off to clean more beads so I can list them in my shop. I might even try making shards today. Haven’t made those in years. I just love blowing glass up then letting it shatter. I think perhaps I’ll do that first. I can always clean beads. I so need a studio helper. A magical faery to clean beads, photograph and list. Clean and dip mandrels. Keep me organized so I can just torch.
I did stumble over something disturbing yesterday though. If you’ve ever seen the show “Toddlers in Tiara’s” (or Tods with Tits as I call it here) then you know it’s a beauty pageant for little girls. They hochiefy these little girls to make them look like southern hooker on crack, then have them parade around and shake their asses in front of people. Bad enough that they televised it so all the pedophiles can get off on princess barbies, but yesterday there was a “little mister” competition. Yep, three boys, in full makeup and spray tan, shaking little baby booties on national tv in booty shorts and sequined tops. I guess I’m just upset by how many pervs are gonna get off on these little babies. It’s so not fair to the babies to exploit them.
OK soapbox preaching is over for today. Huggs to everyone. Have a magical week. I’m off to crochet a dragon. Ask me how, if you dare.