When my doctor told me that I had rectal cancer, I honestly thought I would be good to go in about 5-6 weeks. I was under the impression that it would be a total of 5 weeks of radiation and chemo, and that the tumour would shrink enough that I wouldn't need surgery. I didn't just make that up in my head, that's what they told me at the start. Every time I go in there, they give me another "fun" nugget of info. I'm the type of person who needs all of the info at once (just hit me with it so that I can mentally prepare).... this did NOT happen.
I was completely shocked when they now tell me that I need 3-6 months of chemo (via a tube in my arm, and then later on in my chest), 5 weeks of radiation and chemo pills, surgery, and then possible chemo after that. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
I went around telling people that I would be out "clubbin'" by Christmas (*not actual clubbing btw...I go to bed at 9pm normally, but you get the point). Boy, was I wrong. I'm lucky if I'll be better by spring. I'm so annoyed- I have some very special birthdays and fun girls' nights that always happen in December. I'm going to have SERIOUS FOMO.
Oh, and I'm supposed to be the maid of honour at my best friends wedding in May. The only silver lining is this pandemic, and I'm anticipating that the wedding will be postponed (selfish fingers crossed...muuuahahaha!)
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