My oncologist made a comment to me recently about how awful my chemo regimen was. She said she knew when she prescribed it that it would kick my butt and "punch my soul".
Likening my experience with chemo to being "punched in the soul" is so apt. I'm so glad she made that comparison because it allowed me to think of the experience as more than just months of nausea, no appetite, fatigue, and feeling icky every single day.
Chemo does indeed punch one in the soul. It takes everything you have - emotionally and physically - to deal with daily life on chemo.
I survived 4 months of the worst chemo protocol out there. Physically, I'm still wrangling with a few small side effects. I still can't feel my toes and I still have periods of serious fatigue.
Emotionally, I'm just beginning to understand not only the toll that my experience took but also what it gave me.
Strength.
An updated priority list.
A new attitude.
A new appreciation for the little things.
A recovering soul.
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