My beloved fiancé is going through chemo treatments for non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. The prognosis is very good. They say with his CD20 genetic marker and new drugs the chemo will wipe it right out. Good news.
Meanwhile, he still has to suffer the chemo treatments. I think a “survivor” is not necessarily those who have had cancer and survived, but those who’ve gone through chemo and survived. I had breast cancer. A surgery, several weeks of recovery and physical therapy and I came out the other side looking better than before. I don’t see myself as a “survivor.” I didn’t have to go through the hell of chemotherapy.
There is no surgery planned for Bruce. The chemo should take care of the problem.
Little by little, I’m watching the chemo’s tentacles begin their slow reaching take over of his behaviors and preferences.
He isn’t drinking coffee. He LOVES coffee. Not right now.
He moved the flowers his sister brought. The smell bothers him.
He didn’t gel his hair this morning.
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