The last carboplatin combo is today! I am so happy to have this one getting checked off the list! I know that Monday and Tuesday will be rough days but guess what?! Wednesday is coming and I will feel better! We are killing rouge cancer cells in the whole body and shrink that last tumor. No pain no gain!
What a coincidence that my nurse for my last AC cycle was Karen and I had her again today for my last Carbo cycle! I really like Karen – she is NOT like the “Karens” you see people talk about at all. In fact, she is soft spoken, a dog mama, sweet and kind, and above all has a passion for oncology infusion. Since I am not allowed a visitor with me, and I do not get out much, I chat up my nurses all day. They may like it; they may just act like it – I will never know. But with me being the youngster on the floor and I bring them chocolate every week, I think it is the former!
My mom made us dinner and its was delish! She just had surgery herself a week ago but was so sweet to think of us.
In honor of saying goodbye to Carboplatin we wrote a little song to the tune of Simon and Garfunkle’s song, The Sound of Silence.
Goodbye carbo my old friend
No more infusion, so I win
The tumor was excreting
Shed it seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision of the remission that's in my brain
Still remains
Inside the ocean… of my patience
In sleepless dreams I’m not alone
Shallow teats are quarrelsome
Grief over my boob implants
Concerned with my doc & totally scant
When advice was grabbed by the lash of a recent write
That lit the fight
And pulled a little more
From the ocean, of my patience
And in a fated fight I feel I saw
10,000 dr’s maybe more
Dr’s talking without speaking
Doctors hearing without listening
They’re giving options without all the choices shared
And it’s unfair
It dwindles down the profound of my patience
Goals ahead you do not know
Patience like a cancer grows
Hear these words so that I may teach you
Take my hands so that I may reach you
Keep my words like a valiant engrained thought that quells
Their denials they cannot sell
As you lose a most profound amount of patience
And all your breasties bow and prayed
To the God we know and we have faith
I’ve read the notes and all the warnings
Be sure I ask all the questions that are forming
All the things you signed, the words of the Dr’s are written and you can’t recall
worries for your future remains un-paused
Your heart is whispering, am I growing
the profound of my patience
