Yesterday was my last day of appointments before my transplant! First I met with the Thrombosis doctor regarding my Fragmin injections. I will need to continue taking them for about a month after my transplant. Don’t want anymore blood clots! Afterwards I met with the Radiation Oncologist to go over my radiation treatments. I will be having 2 days of high dose chemotherapy followed by 3 days (twice a day) of radiation.
On my way to Hamilton this week for an appointment I had to stop to get gas. At the gas station they had a bunch of people there trying to sell gas credit cards. One of the guys made his way over to me & said “Oh wow your hair, did you donate it to charity?!” I couldn’t believe he said that. I just responded “No” with a laugh. He said “Oh..well..are you going through treatment or something?”I said “Yes I am..this hair was not by choice.” He appologized & I’m pretty sure he felt terrible afterwards. But I can’t blame him. I really don’t look sick. I took it as a compliment. I wish I had no hair because I donated it to charity..
Once at the hospital I was waiting in line to get my blood work done & I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turn around to a 70 year old lady smiling back at me. She politely asked “I hate to ask, but is that your hair growing back after treatment? It looks really good on you.” She was there with her daughter. They were very sweet. We chatted for a bit before my name got called. She was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She said something to me that really stuck. When speaking to fellow cancer patients, the positive & encouraging words you say to someone, you also hear. While trying to lift someone else’s spirits you automatically lift your own. I had a good day that day.
Last night my sister & I went over to my Grandparents for dinner. They wanted to cook us a nice pasta dinner before I have to go back to camp Juravinski. It was so good, as usual. My Grandpa is really emotional these days so he always tears up whenever he talks to me. In the beginning I would always get teary eyed as well but not this time. I reassured him. I know my transplant will go well. The hard part is over. I’m in good hands & I know I will be well taken care of. I don’t think negatively anymore, that makes a huge difference in the way I feel waking up in the morning.
One Day At A Time 