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I gave myself an injection this morning for the very first time. I didn't feel anything at the time but about 5 minutes later I felt like I was going to throw up... although I didn't.
So this is a major step towards being able to maybe visit my family and friends in Vancouver some time in the near future. I'm getting a little stronger every day, recovering from the chemo treatments so it may be possible to take a little trip maybe. I'm getting a wheelchair from the Red Cross to help with mobility and I'm hoping that I can stay feeling well enough to travel.
I had a surprise visit from my father this week. He felt he should try to come see me as soon as possible and we talked about the decision I made to stop treatments. He said he had questions about why I would reject standard treatments after only 2 rounds, but after we talked about it he understood the pain and the sickness I endured for no reason (because the tumour didn't respond at all). Apparently Janice and Colin feel the same way, asking why I'm not trying alternative therapies either. Maybe that will happen down the road when I'm feeling better but right now I'm still trying to keep food down and get enough nourishment to rebuild my strength. I know the people who have come to visit me understand because they've seen me, the rest will take some time to accept the situation. I agree the situation sucks big time but I can't change that. I've had a good life, I've had the opportunities to do more things than a lot of people twice my age will ever do. I've been very fortunate I think. After all, I had 8 good years as a cancer survivour... it has to end some time.
A friend of mine in Ontario reminded me of something: Life should not be measured in the number of breaths you take, but the number of moments that take your breath away.
So this is a major step towards being able to maybe visit my family and friends in Vancouver some time in the near future. I'm getting a little stronger every day, recovering from the chemo treatments so it may be possible to take a little trip maybe. I'm getting a wheelchair from the Red Cross to help with mobility and I'm hoping that I can stay feeling well enough to travel.
I had a surprise visit from my father this week. He felt he should try to come see me as soon as possible and we talked about the decision I made to stop treatments. He said he had questions about why I would reject standard treatments after only 2 rounds, but after we talked about it he understood the pain and the sickness I endured for no reason (because the tumour didn't respond at all). Apparently Janice and Colin feel the same way, asking why I'm not trying alternative therapies either. Maybe that will happen down the road when I'm feeling better but right now I'm still trying to keep food down and get enough nourishment to rebuild my strength. I know the people who have come to visit me understand because they've seen me, the rest will take some time to accept the situation. I agree the situation sucks big time but I can't change that. I've had a good life, I've had the opportunities to do more things than a lot of people twice my age will ever do. I've been very fortunate I think. After all, I had 8 good years as a cancer survivour... it has to end some time.
A friend of mine in Ontario reminded me of something: Life should not be measured in the number of breaths you take, but the number of moments that take your breath away.