Damned chemo. One never knows exactly what to expect when having chemo. You see the stats. You hope for the best, but, of course, prepare for the worst.
So, when E-Beth shared the stats regarding her new chemo, I was prematurely excited. 95% percent of folks that take Depocyte have little to no issue. The other 5% ... well, they get screwed.
Guess what our E-Beth has been doing for the passed 3 days: she's been getting SCREWED.
I'm pissed. I don't know why someone so loving and kind and amazing has been put through what she has. It reaches a point where (for that person you love) you want to punch something, shoot something, or scream like you've never done in your life. She has been bed ridden (again) since Thursday.
I was, finally, able to chat with her today. She sounds quite weak. However, she is finally able to keep her meds down. So, I am praying that that will lift her up in spirit and in strength.
She's still banking on the Ireland trip. They are scheduled to leave on Tuesday. Please, please, please keep her and the family in your thoughts and prayers.
This trip means the world to her.
Until then, Fuck you chemo ... AND A VERY MIGHTY FUCK YOU TO CANCER!
xoxo
Anna
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