Well fuckers I’m still bald.
I’m still in daily pain.
I still wonder when and if I will feel like myself again.
The cancer may be gone, the chemo over, but the scars are to remain with me for a lifetime.
Breast cancer has totally fucked my world. Now imagine if you will an even harder fucking…That’s how hard chemo has fucked my world. I will shave my head a few more times as the sprouts I have now are intermingled with bald patches. And as much as I’d like to hair back on my head, I don’t want bald patches….and here we are.
I completed chemo over three weeks ago and am still feeling the effects. My face is completely wrecked by hard cystic acme pimple fuckers….at 42 I feel I’ve lived long enough to put the acme portion of my life behind me….Seriously…..enough is enough…..every school picture I’ve some sort of nasty pimple sticking our poking fun of me diminishing my esteem….Every….fucking….picture….The neuropathy that I experienced at the beginning of my treatments has progressively gotten worse. The neuropathy may get worse, they say….I’m so tired & my memory has….what the fuck was I even saying?….Oh yeah, my short term memory is one busted ass bitch.
Oh so fucking tired.
Now, if there’s something you should know about me is I’ve always been a ‘tired’ person. I’m tired by nature. But fuck [heehee] me, this kind of tiredness is completely new to me. Seriously, I wake up only to think about going back to bed. Badboob is a tiredboob.
But now when I sleep, I wake up covered in sweat, on my head….The fuck? How the hell can my bald ass head sweat so much? Did my head sweat this much when I had hair? I don’t think so. Goddammit. I’ve never washed my pillowcases so much. Hormone replacement therapy will give you hot flashes, they say. And know what? I’ve not even begun the HRT….Oh joyous of times. I can’t wait to see how much I’m gong to sweat once I begin that regimen in a few weeks…Oh yes night sweats how I look forward to thee…..
Oh yeah, if there is something else you should know about me is that I love beer. Almost any variety, flavor, what have you…So imagine my delight when not one but two of my visiting guests last week left a six-pack behind!!…mmmm, beer. It will bring me great joy to consume those delicious beverages in the hot summer sun whilst sitting poolside.
Speaking of summer sun, we began swimming this season.
Whoohoo!! Sweet Babboo is a total fish in the water. With the breast cancer and chemo bullshit going on, I’ve not had time to order that cute mermaid bathing suit so many of you are purchasing this season [insert sarcastic eye roll] from the Facebook ad….shush gals….I’m just fucking with you…You’re so totally cute in your shiny new suits and abs of steel. Meanwhile I’m wearing the same suit as last season sporting my abs of icecream with those sexy floppy waffles shoved into my bathing suit top….Oh man. I’ve put on so much weight. How the fuck does one even gain weight while going through chemo? I’m sure I’ve posed that question before.
Something I’ve noticed with myself & swimming this year, I’m not trying to suck my gut it. I’m just letting it all hang out….
Don’t have a towel to wipe the table? Try the new stomach fold over folks! Grab one side of that stomach, flatten & make that table your bitch ladies….Boom table is clean and you have snack crumbs for later. [thumbs up emoticon here]. You’re welcome. So, what I’m getting to is acceptance. Acceptance of myself….It’s so hard….Oh so hard for me to even look at myself in the mirror.
So, I take it as a huge feat not to be sucking my gut in the whole time while in the water. Small victory for me.
I am truly struggling with my appearance. Those who see me, offer a ‘you look great’. I know you guys are just blowing smoke up my ass. It’s really hard to look past all this ugly and see the glimmer of beautiful light and life shining. I know there is light in there just trying to break on through…..I hope to see it one day. It will be a long time in the making that’s for fucking sure.
Make it a good one gang!