another year

This week marked the one year anniversary of chemo ending.

Two days ago all I could think about was staying home because I felt miserable (side effects from herceptin treatment kicking in). Then I had to laugh when the irony struck me:  one year ago I was still undergoing chemo and that was 1,000 times WORSE than my herceptin treatments and I still managed to go to work, but here I was a year later thinking that a sick day was in order.

I suppose distance does give a different perspective, but damn, I wish the memory of what chemo did to me would fade a little faster. Yes, I do forget details, but there is still an underlying feeling of malaise and fear that hasn’t dissipated.