Chapter 11: Close to the End
With only one chemotherapy session left and three radiations to go, I figured I had rounded the corner and was racing towards the end of this torture. Soon I’d be entering a period marked by some well-earned rest and rehabilitation. But as is often the case, I figured wrong. Turns out the corner I was rounding led me into a huge concrete wall that literally brought me to my knees. So, here’s what happened. Up until the Monday before New Year’s, I’d grown comfortable believing I had escaped the worse. While the many things I went through during the previous six weeks could hardly be described as “smooth sailing”, they didn’t match my dire predictions of how this chemoradiation was likely going to assault me. I figured my stamina as well as my ability to fend for myself would finally run out of steam somewhere around the first or second week of December. This guess of mine was based on discussions I had with doctors, nurses, and fellow cancer patients as well as the many read...