I begin chemotherapy in the morning. In the last week, I have been increasingly short of breath, exhausted, and coughing a lot more frequently. At my oncology appointment today, my doctor was concerned. A baseline CT scan of my chest revealed that the anti-estrogen treatment has produced a mixed reaction: some cells have shrunk, and some are still growing.
It’s time for chemotherapy. I begin tomorrow, Friday, April 6. I have a treatment every three weeks for six cycles. Of course, I am a bit nervous; I’d be crazy not to be. At the same time, I am confident that this is the next step.
I have NO idea what’s ahead. I listened to the side effects that the oncology nurse described, and tonight I’ll read the patient manual that she gave me. I’ll read through the events of Easter week as a fresh reminder that God’s plans include the unimaginable and that the Resurrection is real and personal.
God’s timing is perfect. I know that He who began a good work in me will carry it on to completion in the day of Christ Jesus.
I am blessed by your prayers and by your love for me and my family.
Game on. I’m ready. Emily thought this photo was appropriate for what lies ahead. All I know is that it made me laugh, which is probably the best thing that could happen the night before chemotherapy begins.