I have a sister with Stage IV cancer. Huh. I just never thought I’d hear those words. Did I think my sisters and I were immune from major illness? Well, no, not really. It’s just that it’s up there with ‘get your pizza away from my butt’ in that it’s words I just never thought I’d hear. Of course ‘get your pizza away from my butt’ just elicits mild curiosity…..these words illicit pain.
So Judi saw her oncologist yesterday. She will start chemo on Monday. She goes in today to get the catheter put in for the chemo. She will lose her hair which seems particularly unfair as it looks great and is the longest it has been since kindergarten. She’ll have three days of chemo a week and one day of fluids and anti-nausea medication. She’ll have Thanksgiving week off when we are there however. After awhile they will add radiation on top of the chemo. He told her that she can survive this but she will never be consider cured due to level of lymph node involvement. He also told her that this is one of the fastest rising types of cancers. She liked her oncologist—and he laughed at her jokes. You gotta like an oncologist with a sense of humor—both of Ernie’s do. Maybe they have to.
I worry a bit about writing about it here because Judi spends time worrying about me. However if I didn’t write about this I’d just have to stop the blog because given that Judi is a big part of my life, so is anything that happens to her and this blog is just my life spilling over onto the internet. So Judi, you stop worrying about me and focus and getting through this and healing.