After completing the 12 sessions of chemotherapy to prevent metastasis by colon cancer, poisoning is well advanced, the amount of gray have tripled, the hair has fallen, the fingers are asleep, hands hurt and trouble to write to compu and if they saw my point ... feet are asleep and it is also difficult to walk, but I have to live and be back.
While in the process of chemo, all your friends and family, near and far, known and unknown, knows someone with cancer generally very subtle, you begin to tell fantastic stories of how her friend's friend was cured by taking such and such, or was so dotage, warlock or shaman. The problem is that there more than 100 different cancer types and the only thing they have in common beyond the name, is that they are a set of cells that grow out of control around any body can atrophy. Thus, there is also a number of different procedures to heal: chemotherapy, radiotherapy and no more ... the thing is that every cancer is treated differently, with different chemicals with different intervals and number of sessions totally different.
During chemo the doctors tell you that everything will be alright, every chemo will do better, my experience was not. Each chemo has its own history, without order, without a degree, without rancor ... each one comes as with life. Some hit you very hard and I have the cloth for several days, others go unnoticed (the least), sometimes you're stuck on the first day, sometimes the last day, some do not even let you walk, constant dizziness and nausea are difficult to control .
is easy to identify someone who just got out of chemotherapy. Walk like a zombie, you can just straighten and feet bring you weigh like leggings in a marathon. Das three steps and you run out of air, you feel tired and look like an old man of 90 years, and while your head tells you, go! Go ahead! The body does not ... You're in the mood, do not want to drop, but this "poison" the healthy pa "... kill you. Kill your spirit and desire to move forward. To everything there is cortisone solution and glory to minimize the effects, but it hurts just as tasty.
During the sessions you many friends. All cases and scheduled with different, but one way or another match. You find all kinds of stories, some pleasant, some very unpleasant, that make you think that what happens to you is nothing. For me it was sad to find most of the time being the youngest in the clinic. That tomb you, get sad and wonder why me, yet everyone tells you "have it easy, you are very young and going to slip out of this. You are strong ... "... and guess what? They are right!
miss my previous life, adrenaline, walking up and down all day, being active, having plenty of energy and always wanting to do more ... However, these months of illness has changed me, do not miss the stress, or continuous confrontation. Just not in the mood for it. I think not worth losing precious minutes of life on this nonsense ... not any more! I
trace, do more than just work and be a little monkey in this industry more control. They say that transcend in this maze you must plant a tree , write a book and have a child ... I have only met with the 3rd, which is very easy and fun, but maintain, educate, do good people, and especially, you look like a good Father, that, that if it is not easy. I have not written any book, only a thesis, a couple of articles, e rolleros to have my life in the hospital and this blog ... if something counts. However, since I gave an important step I started teaching at the university, which has long wanted to do, with the intention of returning something that gave me teach a little of what life is and that has taught me.
I'm sure that will Footprint!
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