It has been two weeks since my last chemo, and in another two weeks I will have surgery. I can’t decide whether I would like to go forward or backward in time. I think that I would like to get this shit over and done with, so let’s just fast forward to September 28th at around 5pm, mmkay?
Today the Triple C Club met, it was a good meeting of the girls both figuratively and literally. Love all the boob talk. One of us has had surgery, and I am so glad that she is over and done with now! What a relief. I’m next, then our last member has hers in October. When we are all done, we are celebrating. Hardcore. Maybe the early bird special.
On another note, people always ask how I am doing, and I appreciate them asking. I never get sick of people asking or asking specific questions either. But what I am sick of is acting like I am ok. I am not ok, and that is actually OK. It is exhausting putting on a happy face, which I generally have, but I am tired of just brushing it off and saying that. When people ask now, I respond with I am getting better every day. That’s the truth, I am getting better daily.
I might be healing a little slower with cuts on my hand, or walk a little slower, but every day I get stronger. Every day I get better. Every day is another step in my recovery to the new Jessie. I can’t say I am going to be a BETTER Jessie because I rather liked me as a person, but a new me. So when you ask me, if you do (if you don’t that’s ok too, no guilt here) just know that I am OK even if I don’t respond with saying I am great. Honestly what do you expect, I just had 6 rounds of chemo!