Sometimes I Need a Reminder of How It Was Back Then

In 2018, I kept a journal about my journey with Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma. It was a way of recording my feelings – good and bad – and it really helped to write about one of the worst experiences of my life.

The following was posted on this website.

Cancer – July 27, 2018

Six months ago, I had long blond hair. Today I am bald.

Just before I started chemo, I had my hair cut short. Less than two weeks later, right after my first chemo treatment, it started to fall out. It started coming out in clumps, so I got a buzz cut that was actually quite cute. Within days what little hair that was left fell out.

That was before I lost my eyebrows and long eyelashes.

When I go outside, I wear a scarf or a cap. When I’m inside, I take it off. Lately, I’ve been removing whatever is covering my bald head while inside a store. Most always while at the cancer center.

I walk with a cane because of poor balance. The state handicapped sticker on my car is temporary, but it is a huge help when I go to the store.

I look at myself in the mirror and barely recognize myself. I know. I know. It’s just hair and it will grow back. This is true. I’m not that vain. However, it is difficult to see how I look today compared to six months ago.

We won’t talk about the weight loss. Nearly 30 lbs. to date.

We won’t talk about the numbness in my fingers and toes.

We won’t talk about the eye floaters that popped up on the day of chemo #5.

We won’t talk about the constant lack of energy and inability to sleep more than 2 or 3 hours at a time.

What I want to focus on are the results of my last two PET scans. No visible signs of cancer. My next PET will be week after next. I’m praying for the same results. No visible signs of cancer.

I have completed six rounds of the most intense chemo known to man. It has killed off everything – good and bad. Every 21 days I have spent hours at the cancer center hooked up to all kinds of infusions. The port in my chest has been a lifesaver.

Every Monday, I have shown up for lab work. The week after chemo is the most difficult because the results are very low. I’m sick for at least 10 days and slowly regain some strength. Food tastes like metal so I don’t eat much. I call these days the 10 days from hell. They are.

It is now time to move on to the next phase of this journey. In just a couple of weeks, after my next PET scan, I will meet with my doctor and she will lay out a plan of action for the next several months that will probably then become the next several years.

I know that it will take time for certain side effects to go away and even longer for my hair to grow back. The numbness in my fingers and toes may never go away. There is no guarantee.

As difficult as it has been going through chemo … and there have been times when I wanted to give up … the support that I have received from family, friends, and the cancer center got me to where I am today.

There are no words for the sense of gratitude that I am feeling today.

Catherine

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

A Moat, a Boat, and the Queen of Delete

“Come here, please, and help me float this boat.”

“You want to float that old wooden boat?”

“Yes.”

“Where will you be floating your old wooden boat?”

“In the moat.”

“The moat?”

“Yes.”

“That dirty old moat?”

“The queen had it cleaned out.”

“So, we are going to float your old wooden boat in the cleaned out moat?”

“Yes.”

“Will there be food? What shall we eat?”

“Not a problem. We shall eat White Castles.”

“White Castles?”

“Yes. It seems appropriate that if we are going to float the old wooden boat in the queen’s cleaned out moat that we should eat White Castles.”

“May I have some water, please?”

“Yes and here is some Crown Royal to go with it.”

“Crown Royal?”

“Yes. It’s that float the boat in the queen’s cleaned out moat thing that I just explained to you.”

“One more thing?”

“Go ahead …”

“Are we are going to meet the queen?”

“Yes.”

“What is her name?”

“We call her the Queen of Delete.”

“The Queen of Delete?”

“Yes.”

“Odd name.”

“Odd queen.”

“Does she have a crown?”

“She will have a crown just as soon as a few others get here.”

“A few others?”

“Yes. They have stolen a crown from the Tower of London to give to the Queen of Delete.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. We could get tossed in jail … or much worse … thrown in the moat and eaten by the alligators.”

“Not to worry. The queen had the alligators removed and sent to Florida.”

“Florida? In America?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Well, it’s like this. There’s a college in Florida. It is home of the Florida Gators, and their football games are played in The Swamp. Did I give you too much information?”

“Oh, no but do you want to know something?”

“What?”

“I like this boat floating in the moat stuff.”

“Good. We shall do it again.”

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Dreams
by Fleetwood Mac

The Flowers of My Soul

my heart breaks
each time
i think of them
not knowing
for sure
but feeling
deep in my soul
one daughter
one son
grieving
my heart aches
the simple service
at last
sitting quietly
by candlelight
reading
from the bible
the priest
holding my hands
repeating words
meant to bring
peace and
comfort
to ease
the pain
entering
their names
forever
on a page
in the
small
book
of
love
for h and e

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

For Your Babies
by Simply Red