I feel powerful today. Overwhelmed and exhausted, but powerful just the same. I’m finally realizing that I can be in control of my treatment. I can’t control the side effects, but I can manage to hold on to my spirit and my sense of unique individuality through this process. I decided for my second round of chemo that I would wear my favorite tight jeans and my red mary janes- I may even apply my Aveda lip gloss as a reminder that I am a vibrant woman! I don’t have to go into this feeling like a cancer patient, do I? NO! I am Wendi, and not this cancer. I am Wendi, and not the treatment that I am going through. My plan is to take control of this regimen and to try my best to be authentically me in the process.
I haven’t managed to find the time or the nerve to cut my hair yet, but I appreciate all of the suggestions regarding style and color. This weekend may find me sitting at a barber or beauty shop or I may just take the scissors to my own hair- either way, I plan to be sassy about it. I plan on having another opportunity to take charge of this experience and to have fun in the meantime.
Good for you! How did the week after chemo go?
We just watched a South Park in which Wendy gave a report on breast cancer month, and Cartman laughed every time she said breast.
Manek
I just love you, Manek. I love you and all of your wacky sharing. W
It’s no wonder why I follow this blog…another nameless amost faceless human being in a sea of billions of us who has been brave enough to share her journey and who does it with humility, grace, anger, humour and balls…what’s not to love?