Cancer Tits-2022 Chapter

Sunday was the most beautiful day. It was my last day with the girls who tried to kill me. I was able to get a run in, see my parents who came to AR for a few weeks and get some Vitamin D. Getting out felt invigorating and relieved the massive amount of stress I carried into the weekend.  I didn’t sleep well, we had to be at the hospital at 5am. I’m not a morning person. I needed coffee, food or a swift kick in the ass. I received the latter.  Also I have removed the details to keep this simple and short.  The cancer is gone. Gone. I will have a long road to recovery and of course continue immunotherapy infusions through most of 2023; but we are entering a new chapter and as I’ve said before, I’ll write my name on every page of this chapter. Keep those good vibes and prayers coming. Make today count. Much love!

 Do you ever look back at old pics and think to yourself, wish I could go back to that time? Hear a song and it stop you in your tracks? Get a hint of a smell and it brings you comfort? You get the idea; I’m going to create lots of annoying pics, smells and music sessions this week. It’s my last week with the girls. I want to create something I can look back on. I hate cancer and that it impacts soooo many people. However I have grown from it, I’m stronger than I was. I’m not just a survivor, I’m a warrior. Really though, can’t believe “they” tried to kill me. Hence the name, Cancer Tits.  Time to close the chapter. So join me in a farewell and ta-ta this week. Take the pic, listen to the lyrics not just the music and create some core memories.  It’s my infusion day today, think I’ll do the same. Xoxo 

I  have the opportunity to work from home; my blood count has been so low that I haven’t been going anywhere. Winter snuck up. Bit me like a snake hidden in the covered leaves. It started to get dark earlier, it’s been a tad bit cold.  I let it sink in… I’m no longer the girl in the photos from earlier this year. Every insecurity has come to light. My health and my list of worries will never be the same.  Obviously, my priorities and views on life have changed. My focus has been on getting through chemo in one piece, and now that I’m done, the reality of the “New Misty” is hitting hard. I continue to push it to the side, and then pretend that I can be the “Old Misty.”  But she’s not there anymore. I’ve been SO tired. So tired of having zero energy and so tired of feeling like I had Morning Sickness/Covid/Flu/Broken Bones/Bronchitis (ain’t no body got time for that) Winter-Sminter… New Years Eve rolled up on us, it looked different this year. I finished chem...

 14 weeks ago (since my diagnosis) seems like an eternity and also seems like it was last week. December 19th. I rang the damn bell. I did it. We did it. I finished my last chemo today. I was unsure if that was going to happen. I had a PET Scan last week and when the nurse called me Friday, it didn’t sound promising. Turns out the doctor hadn’t read my results and was out of office. After a long weekend of waiting, my Kyle ensured me that whatever was in motion was already in motion and I went in with the thought of whatever happens, we are going to seize the diagnosis as an opportunity whatever that looked like. Next stop, surgery. (Will know more later this week) Life interrupted. I/We aren’t able to travel (due to my white blood count being low) back to Texas for Christmas. This is the FIRST Christmas that I haven’t spent with my crumb snatchers/parents/seester/nephews and their family. That hits hard. While I’m so angry at cancer coming along interrupting our adventures and dai...

I’ve learned a lot in the past two months.  1. This is the beginning of my healing journey. Chemo has been mentally and physically challenging. 2. This is my and your second chance. We have to keep up the gratitude work.  3. It’s going to get ugly before it gets better but it’s made me realizing and accepting how worthy I am to be here on this earth.  4. I’ve meet some amazing people on this journey: some of those people will become lifeline-love and I appreciate the heck out of those people. The others will just be in my life for a season and that’s okay too. They all play a crucial role in this journey.  5. I will bounce back. It won’t be the same but I have the potential to make it so much better than before.   6. Learn to love the heck out of yourself.  That’s it. It’s a tough day for me (chemo party #3) but I will spend it with some wonderful people and processing some deep emotions.  Love to you all. ❤️ -Cancer Tits

I rather start with the UGLY.  It’s an understatement. Chemo side effects are so damn ugly. The first 7 days after my first round of treatment challenged me mentally and physically. The fatigue was probably the worst as I’m typically bouncing off the walls. BUT I overcame it and consider being 25% done. Next sesh is November 7th. Can’t wait. The ugly is said and I’m not going to relish in it.  The Bad. Wigs.  At dinner one evening, we were discussing losing my hair and man child said to me some wise words.  He simply stated to embrace and let it empower me. Working on that.  I’ve started losing my hair, a lot. So I’m now GI Jane with a shaved head. Someone told me that when you and your husband shave your hair, you become a warrior. We are now both warriors. I’m not sure if I look like 2007 Brittany Spears (basically I’ve been having meltdowns so it makes sense) or Sinead O’Connor or Mr. Clean. I’ve been looking at wigs and there are SO many to choose from. My r...