Treatment #4-Rosy outlook!
First of all, to borrow from an episode of Seinfeld, WE HAVE SHRINKAGE! My MRI has revealed that although its not a huge amount, my tumor has shrunk by a centimeter. When you are starting with the behemoth lump that I had, you can understand why there is dancing in the streets. I got the news right before my fourth treatment so it was exactly what I needed to put a pep in my step and suck it up for three more.
For the morning of number four, I decided to go all out blush. When I was diagnosed I started to see really quickly that if you’re going to have breast cancer, you better like pink. It’s everywhere and it’s your job to wear it and wear it proudly. I’ve never been a fan of baby pinks or rosy hues so I decided bold and bright was the way to go! It all started with my new favorite lipstick: NYX brand in Shocking Pink. That has a nice ring to it!
As KISS-met would have it, I got a package in the mail a few days earlier from Fighting Pretty, an organization who makes it a point to make women feel beautiful while fighting cancer. You’re speaking my language ladies! They sent me a gorgeous care package with nail polishes, lipsticks, scarves, a hat and the most amazing pink boxing gloves! “Never never never give up” it said on the inside. This parade of pink spurred me on for my next round like no other. I painted my nails to avoid the pain that the chemo can cause them and did up my head with a pink polka dot scarf from Michael’s ($1.99 people! Buy em up!)
To top off my pretty in pink theme, I donned some dreamy white glasses and one of my favorite sweatshirts from Mink Pink (the name is a total coincidence). I love this sweater. The enthusiastic YAY is perfect for when you need a little pep talk, but the sassy period at the end is a cheeky little reminder to chill a bit. It’s chemo after all, let’s not get too excited. An optimist for the future but a realist in the moment. We can’t celebrate just yet. Those centimeters aren’t going to shrink themselves!
Good thing I was feeling good in pink because Holy Mother of GOD here come the hot flashes! Ladies, your mom’s have talked about them. You’ve heard lore of them your whole life. You have NO IDEA! These things are brutal. It’s like there are little elves in your body operating a thermostat that you can’t even comprehend. Thank the lord I have no hair. You sweat, you steam, you heat up with the fire of a thousand suns, and then it’s over. It’s so consuming you want to ask everyone, “Did you feel that?!” as if it were an earthquake you were all experiencing at once. Nope, it’s just you. Just the crazy combo of steroids and menopause they’ve got you on. Breathe through it. Another one is on the way.
I wanted a fashionable way to combat these raging fires so I went to my trusty eBay and ordered up a beautiful fan to carry with me at all times. It’s lightweight, fits easily in my bag and gives me an appropriately exotic flair when I feel like I’m in the Burmese Jungle while in the dead of winter. I whipped this out at the doctor’s office last week and about three other women pulled theirs out too. Looks like I’m not the only one who wants to accentuate the HOT in the flashes. This fan’s for you, my beautiful cancer kicking ladies!