There is no real afterwards for me. I will never be cured. I will always have chemotherapy. The sword of Damocles will always be hanging just above my head, but I am a good ostrich and manage to live most of my time without thinking about it. How horrible to be so self-engrossed anyway.
But, I will say that the aftermath of intense treatment is not a giant party.
Suddenly, you have to pick up your old life and truck on, seamlessly. No support. Just deal with it. Your hair starts to grow back and it's horrible. You have no right to complain. Turn it into a joke.
For the first time, I feel ready to join a support group. Maybe I will.
Always keep in mind that those of us who love you are so glad to have you picking-up and trucking on with your old life! No giant party is needed, just celebrate every day.
ReplyDeleteI do think a support group is a good idea. Only those who've walked the same path really understand what it's like. But meanwhile, know that you can always call me for support.
Love, Margaret