Chemo Sucks. That is all.

This is the first of many blogs (of many different kinds) to come... let's just say, it's been a while.

I'll step back a year and then we will get to the title.

October 2010, I underwent a Radical Trachelectomy, a robotic procedure to remove my cervix.  Sounds fun, huh?  It was far from fun.  I received my cancer Dx in late September of that year.  It started when my yearly Pap earlier than January came back abnormal, which prompted further tests, which came back inconclusive.  My doc simply said, "Let's do this again in 6 months."  Six months was here... and I jump in for the full round of exams again and biopsies.... and the dreadful waiting period before you know the results.  I remember being home early from work, for whatever reason, the day my doctor called.  My kids were there when the phone rang and watched me fall apart, bless them.  Stage 1b Cervical Cancer.  Surgery would be in 3 weeks.  On October 13th I went in to the OR praying that when I emerged I would be cancer free. (and I did!) Due to the robotic procedure, I ended up having several complications and was back in the hospital with an infection only days after being released.  Five long weeks of recovery.

With that said, I can't quite relate to someone going through Chemotherapy.  And, that is what my boyfriend is going through at this very moment.  Shockingly, he received his cancer Dx 11 days before Christmas.  He had a mass for quite a while that a previous doctor (and him) sort of shrugged off, thinking it was nothing more than fluid build-up and not to worry.  Doc #2 pulled him in for surgery the following day.  He wasn't so lucky as I... even though the doc seems to have gotten all of the cancer, he is having to undergo 4 strong rounds of Chemotherapy, the first began this week.  He is on day 3.  These treatments are 5 days long, 5 hours per day, with a 3 week break afterwards...... and repeat that cycle 3 more times.

"He's young." the doc keeps saying, "He'll bounce through it." .... I really hope this is the case.   Even with this, I know his body is going to be wiped.  I've been drawn to get more into my witchy roots, which I have for a long time now left simmering to the side. Mostly, to assist in his healing process.  It's always been the heart of who I am, but I have neglected to give any of my time or energy to that part of my work.   I started this blog back up for several reasons.  One, as a timeline or a resource we can look back on and say "Wow, remember going through that?  How blessed are we now!?"  And, for another, a way to motivate me to keep doing that which I love... to embrace the energy and pull that I have been so neglecting spiritually.