CANCER SUCKS
I wouldn't wish cancer on anyone and I refuse to make a big deal out of it in my life. I don't have cancer, but for the past six months I've had chemo.
Every two weeks, four days the first week and then recovery time, I have been injected with poisons to kill some radical cells that were floating around my body after a massive tumor was removed. I refuse to let it get me down, but I have to admit there were weeks it kicked my ass. And the more the weeks progressed, the harder it kicked.
Quite appropriately, in the early morning hours of Wednesday, November 27, 2019, the day before Thanksgiving, I got to ring the chemo bell. All of my daughters were with me, a few of their friends, my grandkids, and the amazing staff at the Infusion Center at Memorial Hospital Central in Downtown Colorado Springs that have supported me throughout this journey were there to cheer me on. To me it was symbolic of the end of this season of my life.
It is my understanding that the next few weeks will be difficult as I readjust, as the toxins leave my body, and as my body is shocked into remembering what it was like without the poison. I've got thirty extra "steroid pounds" that I didn't have when I started, so getting rid of those will be a priority.
I've had one of the busiest real estate years in my career, but I'm taking December off to regroup, refocus, realign what's important, and figure out what I want to do in the new year. In other words . . . GEL.
So thank you all for your unbelievable support. I'm thankful for all of the meals, the flowers, the cards, the house cleaning, the visits to just sit and talk. I'm thankful for the calls, the well wishes, the prayers, and the kind words and thoughts.
The truth of the matter is, it's been a lonely journey. Although I had to do it myself, I couldn't have done it without the support of my friends and family who have been there for me. From the bottom of my heart . . . thank you.
I'm ready to make 2020 my best year ever!
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