One More Chemo to Go

Today was the 2nd to last treatment of cycle number 8. Number 8! Here's what that looks like broken down: May - July = 4 cycles of Doxorubicin and Cyclophosphamide (1 treatment every 21 days x 4) July - October = 4 cycles of PacliTaxel (1 treatment every week x 12 weeks) Eventhough it's administered... Continue Reading →

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

It's started. 2 weeks to the date after my first chemo treatment my hair is starting to fall out. Like every other girl out there I shed like Chewbacca in the shower and have even been known to stick the hair on the shower wall with the good intention of throwing it away after (but leaving... Continue Reading →

Normal is as Normal Does 

It's been 12 days since the first chemo session and I am back to feeling like myself. Days 1-6 were unpleasant* but since then I have steadily been feeling better and more like normal Arielle. I go back for the next round of chemo next Thursday (June 2) but until then I am doing my... Continue Reading →

Ding…Round 1 

I was nervous and anxious going into Thursday. I didn't know exactly what to expect and the unknown is tough and scary. We arrived at the Fraser Valley Cancer Clinic (at Surrey Memorial) at 9am on Thursday, got checked in and was brought back into the chemo room (after a round of nervous coughs). I... Continue Reading →

The Calm Before the Storm

A co-worker I ran into yesterday brought to my attention that it's been a while since my last post. She started off with a nice, "I like your blog" before cracking the whip telling me to get back at it so here we go. I haven't posted since my Gratitude post because not much has... Continue Reading →

Gratitude

As a little kid I remember opening Christmas gifts and my mom saying, "go say thank you and give a hug and a kiss". Regardless of whether I LOVED the gift or embarassingly tolerated opening "day of the week" underwear in front of my whole family I always said thank you followed by a hug... Continue Reading →

Pump, Pump, Pump It Up

I was recently talking to my best friend about the process at the plastic surgeon's office where he injects saline into my tissue expanders. She lovingly said, "so what you're saying is, you have a pair of Reebok Pumps on your chest". I laughed but she's not wrong, every time after I leave the plastic surgeon's... Continue Reading →

Pity party, table for 1 

So it's been four days since the crappy chemo news and I have successfully spent just about 18 of the 24 hours in each day sitting in my pee pants. Not really pee pants, I'm an adult, but figurative pee pants; they are wet, a little tight, depressing and uncomfortable. I have felt bad and... Continue Reading →

More drugs than 1970’s Rolling Stones

If we can't call this period of time in my life a journey, maybe it can be considered a roller coaster ride because for every happy peak there seems to be a devastating, kick-in-the-crotch-feeling valley. Tuesday = Lymph Nodes are clear. Awesome, fabulous news, super exciting. Thursday = Chemo is coming. Shit. I had this (obviously) unrealistic... Continue Reading →

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