Hello everyone! I’m so so SOOO terribly sorry that I’ve been absent from my blog for such a long stretch of time. I just recently started back to work in a new career (woohoo!) but that transition was tough. So I really had to take some time for myself to focus on my career and my future. Delving into a new job is always tiresome, as I’m sure everyone can relate to, and I really needed to focus my efforts in that direction. So I apologize to you all for being MIA!
But starting down this new path was such a relief. Having been so focused on treatment and healing and cancer this and cancer that…I relished the fact that I could take this other path and stray from the one that had been under my feet for so long. It’s nice to pretend to be normal, you know? I get up, go to work, have lots of things to keep me busy during the day and try to avoid thinking about the past.
Like all of this was a bad dream and that I never had cancer. “Mela-what? Not here!! No siree, absolutely no mela-whats-its in THIS neck of the woods!”
But the truth is that cancer has changed my life. No matter how hard I try to pretend like I’m the same ol’ me, I’m a completely different person. I’ve become much more introspective. I care more about people, and I care more than ever before about my patients, family, and friends. I know that every second I’m on this earth is a second to be cherished.
So mentally, I’m very different. But what about physically? Yes, I still have the scars, although I swear they’ve faded dramatically since I’ve been putting a special essential oil mix on them every day. And my leg still has lymphedema so I’m wearing a compression stocking daily. I’m flying a lot for work, and on travel days I wear 2 stockings…not super pleasant, but it sure is better than letting my leg swell up.
And I also have been VERY excited to notice something else that’s been changing.
Slowly, every so slooooooowly, my hair has been growing back in!
Can I get a HECK YEAH!!
I noticed all these little fuzzies (yes, I call them my fuzzies) when I was blow drying my hair a few weeks ago. I couldn’t get them to sit down – it looked like I had put my finger in an electrical socket. (I think the static electricity of the winter months made it worse, but even today they’re straight up!) And look at all those little baby fuzzies!! It looks like I have a whole new head of hair growing in!
Aren’t they the cutest??
So for all of you out there going through treatment – it gets better. What you’re going through is incredibly hard. I know some days I didn’t make it off the couch. When I had the energy to take a shower, my hair came out like I was molting. I lost so much weight that my husband got super worried and actually talked to the nurse about it.
But after treatment, it gets better. Just hang in there. Your body is an amazing thing. And you WILL heal. You may not ever be the same, but you will heal.
And that which does not kill us can only make us stronger.