Triumph Over the First Hurdle: My Chemo Journey Begins!

Today marked a significant milestone in my journey. After ensuring my 9-year-old was in the safe hands of her Auntie and Uncle, we navigated our path to the Central Alberta Cancer Center, slated for an 8:30 am appointment. thus starts my Chemo Journey.

Off to Chemo

With a giant Hydroflow filled to the brim with water and lime, my incredibly warm and cozy blanket (eternal gratitude to Linda for it), and my unwaveringly supportive husband by my side, I felt a surge of readiness. A mix of anticipation and fear, but above all, a sense of determination.

The process was swift. We signed in, and before I could fully absorb my surroundings, I found myself nestled in a recliner that boasted not only a remote control but also massage and heated seat features. All that was missing was a soothing foot rub to complete the experience.

My treatment consists of three bags. I've been prescribed the TCH regime: Taxol (alternatively known as Taxotere or Docetaxel), Carboplatin, and Herceptin. While one of these specifically targets the malignant cells, the other two are more indiscriminate, attacking all cells regardless of their nature. This journey will be an educational one for me. For the first six rounds, I'll receive all three drugs, followed by only the targeted drug for the subsequent six rounds. Following this, I'll undergo radiation treatments for 16 consecutive days.

It's overwhelming. The day stretched for what felt like an eternity before I left the center around 2:30 pm, marking a 5-hour session. The initial treatment was administered through an IV in my hand. But the forthcoming session will be via a port in my chest, scheduled to be placed on September 6th — just a day before my next treatment.

I've been warned about the potentially harrowing side effects. Currently, I'm feeling largely optimistic, save for an all-over body itch (Using the LA Roche Posay for this), a shade of redness, and mounting fatigue.

Fortunately, the nausea is kept at bay with my prescribed medication. Later today, I'm set to receive a steroid injection intended to bolster my antibodies and white blood cell count. After that, it's a waiting game — 21 days until the next session. Anticipation builds as I know I will feel worse, face hair loss, but eventually, there's hope of feeling better, only to brace myself to endure it all over again. My hair's impending departure looms heavily on my mind. I've preemptively opted for a haircut, and while some have offered kind compliments, I can't shake the feeling of seeing my brother's reflection staring back at me. But my most significant concern is how my daughter will perceive this transformation.

The weight of a mother's guilt is a familiar burden. We've not had an idyllic summer. The restriction to stay proximate to home and reliance on others for her entertainment brings pangs of regret. However, life's trials have revealed a resilience in her I hadn't fully appreciated. She's an old soul, radiating love, determination, creativity, and a nurturing spirit that rivals a mother's touch. She's truly my beacon.

My husband's unwavering strength has been a revelation. While he grapples with his own emotions, his priority remains my well-being. He's been the bedrock, ensuring our home functions seamlessly. The perspective he offers — that hair grows back and that physical attributes don't define our essence — underscores the depth of our bond.

In these testing times, I've come to realize the incredible strength and kindness people are capable of, often far beyond what we credit them for. Their actions and words have gone a long way in alleviating my guilt and fears.

I count my blessings daily. Love envelops me from all corners of the globe, and its warmth is palpable. With God's grace, a supportive family, and an incredible circle of friends rallying behind not just me but also my daughter and husband, we will overcome this challenge.

Thank you for accompanying me on this journey. I promise to keep you updated.

In faith, perseverance, and hope,

Heather