And all that Jazz!

As promised, Betsy came through with the goods.  A few days ago some “blooming” awesome cheerful socks arrived at my door from Chicago.  Betsy is currently undergoing her own chemotherapy experience and yet she has the time to give to others. I blogged about the awesome Betsy here https://shittytittiebangbang.com/2013/04/17/tribute-to-betsy/

Tribute number two to Betsy with Betsy's socks

Tribute number two to Betsy with Betsy’s socks

Epirubicin – known as the red devil

Today was my third and final cycle dose of FEC (Fluorouracil (5FU), Epirubicin, and Cyclophosphamide).  Next I move onto three cycles of Taxotere, also known as Docetaxel here in Australia.  So essentially I am half way.  After today, there will be no more red colouring in my urine!  Yay!  Should be finished chemo by late July.

I am loving the socks. I am loving the humour and whimsy. I’m still smiling about it even as I type this feeling pretty shitty with nausea.

Again, the Dexamethasone steroids I am given can kiss my grits. My brother even made a t-shirt for me with some derogatory slogans about Dex for me. He’s talented like that!

Today I went all out. It wasn’t deliberate.  I entered a full oncology waiting room and this is a depressing site in itself. Today I was the youngest patient in a room full of solemn faces. These people have Leukaemia, breast cancer, liver metastasis, bowel cancer, you name it.   So I walked in and I cut through the silence with a robust “Good Morning Everyone”.

There were some timid replies. Some laughs.

I sat down and felt the stares. I made eye contact with a few and smiled.

I looked into my handbag. The one that Mr Cool bought me for our anniversary. I am still a handbag virgin only having ever owned a few in my life. I used to carry my cash and cards in my pocket. Not anymore. To fill some time, I rummaged around in said handbag and I grabbed a pen from the bottom and I accidentally dropped in on the carpet floor and it fell to pieces in front of all the patients who were facing at the centre of a rectangle because of the chair configuration.  I thought how bizarre as it looked like one of those long tampon applicator thingos.

The funniest thing then happened.

When I picked it up and put it is a bin next to me, an unadulterated tampon flew out of my handbag and landed on the floor. This time I had to get out of my seat and pick it up.

There wasn’t much eye contact made with people after that.

If I’m being treated for cancer, through the bright socks and the humour I’m doing it with moments of embarrassment and with Jazz hands. Don’t forget the Jazz hands!


7 Comments on “And all that Jazz!”

  1. Ali says:

    haha good one lisa! it’s so important to have that humour, a shame no one interacted back! keep staying strong!

    Like

  2. helensamia says:

    One always needs humour!,,

    Like

  3. Karyn says:

    I’m thinking you need to go back to keeping your money and your cards in your pocket, my Tiny Little Dancer. Xoxo

    Like

  4. I love the socks and your spirit but not the stupid cancer or the side effects of your treatment. Xoxo.

    Like

  5. Jodi says:

    Ha ha ha…. I just caught up on few of your recent posts… You make me laught, cry, and think Thanks!

    Like

  6. […] juicing experts returned and fixed our washing machine. Then there were the socks that arrived from Betsy in Chicago! This weekend we had our garden tended to, the gutters of our house emptied, soup delivered, and a […]

    Like

  7. Michelle B says:

    hahaha you’re such a classic Lise – I LOVE the Jazz hands and can just picture you doing them! So glad you finding humour and light amongst all you’re going through you certainly are adding it to the days of everyone reading your inspirational journey xox <3.

    Like


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s