My oncologist came early and proceeded to give me my first two medicines. She was just telling me how toxic they were and dangerous when handled. After the second medication, she decided to flush out the residue with dextrose and went to another patient. After two hours, she came back to tell me that she cannot proceed to administer the third one because she just got my white blood cell count and it is apparently too high. She told me that she normally never takes a pause and had she gone on to do it, the results would have been catastrophic. I will have to wait another ten days for my treatment to resume.In the meantime, I continue to contend with so many busybodies who all seem to have an opinion of what I am going through. What I find the most annoying are those people who tend to trivialize the whole thing by saying, that's nothing, or I had a friend who had it worse, or some foolish comment like that. I want to smile sweetly at them and say, I wish cancer on you then and let me hear you say that again.
I was just on the phone with my mother-in-law the other day. She had just gotten into an argument with my husband again, this time about me. Apparently, she just discovered this new alternative medicine that has volcano ash or something of the sort as its product base, and was insisting that I take it in lieu of chemotherapy. I guess Bong laughed at her and she felt insulted. Somebody else was just telling me about coffee enema but I could not for the life of me figure out why I need to shove those beans through down there in order to get healed from cancer.
All I know is that, unlike many of them, I only have one game to play. I have thought about all of these as logically as I could after much research and consultations. I am pretty confident that the chemotherapy, coupled with a positive attitude, a change in lifestyle and faith in God will be get me through.
