I don’t know if it was the Captain Marvel movie (love me some scrappy heroine), the hot water with lemon that my friend Peter prescribed to start my day, or Jenny Ro’s bone broth soup. It couldn’t be the chemo, could it?
This girl has turned a corner. As of Monday evening, after a nine hour day of physical labor (I am crazy, but I needed to get the rest of my art stuff out of my old apartment), I have felt not good but GREAT.
Physically strong, almost zero wheeze (what’s up with that?), I am now of the mindset that I am going to live.
Powerful, powerful feeling, that. And just the boost of confidence I needed.
This weekend I am going to spend a couple of days in my new studio space. Making art. I could cry just writing that sentence.
This means I am likely to go another round of chemo prior to starting the clinical trial. As long as I wasn’t feeling any improvement, that was a dismal prospect. However, there is nothing I won’t do if I believe it is capable of knocking down my cancer.