(And please come quickly, New Year!)
Please forgive me. I haven't forgotten about this blog or my dear friends and family. It's just been tough going through all of these changes and experiencing so much physical and emotional trauma these past months. I don't like to be so self-centered (a nasty side effect of the suffering that goes with cancer treatment) and that makes its hard to blog here without lapsing into a litany of complaints. I definitely won't be sorry to see 2011 go.
My oncologist informed me last week that I have the most grueling treatment regimen she has prescribed to any patient in the past five years. So that explains it! Since being diagnosed with breast cancer in January, I have been prodded, drugged, poked, sedated, stimulated, nauseated, mutilated, humiliated, and tortured to the near limits of my endurance. In addition to 13 doses of chemotherapy involving five different drugs over a period of eight months, I have now had 13 doses of X-ray radiation to my chest (enough to kill a horse, were it dosed differently), and I have at least 12 more to go.
And I just erased an entire depressing paragraph more about what comes after that.
Thank goodness for prayer.