Day 113 // Saving Dignity
I love my "baldness"! Somedays I have felt like Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music singing aloud on the top of a mountain - "My bald head is alive with the drip of taxol!"
I love my "baldness"! Somedays I have felt like Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music singing aloud on the top of a mountain - "My bald head is alive with the drip of taxol!"
On July 15th of this past year, I came face-to-face with my chemo battle. Opting to journal my treatment for 106 days - the time between the first and last chemo treatment - it has become my therapy.
Reflecting on my day, my body granted me an enormous amount of strength as it continues to recover from the radiation treatments.
Gratitude is a forgotten factor in happiness research.
Four months ago on this date I awoke at 3:45 AM not to teach a class but instead to gather myself (along with hubby and stuff) and head to the hospital for a surgery that would forever change me.
The mindset about surrounding yourself with people that are positive, share the same goals and lift you up could not be more true.
Thirty one years ago this weekend marked the beginning of my eating disorder battle - carved deeply in my mind forever.
My last four Fridays have been spent in and out of sleep from 6 PM on. The cumulative effect of radiation treatment wears on me - as it would anyone.
I'm not sure when the shift occurred. But nonetheless it has.