When I finished chemo there were bubbles and balloons celebrating the day I had counted down to for nine months. Hurray! I made it! I’m a cancer survivor! Hugs, high fives and fist bumps all around. But after the bubbles burst and balloons deflated all I could think was — now what?
I spent the past nine months in survival mode enduring one month in the hospital and 112 arsenic infusions in total. My life revolved around going to chemo, dealing with side effects and mustering up enough energy to do something fun on my chemo breaks. Then back to the Monday through Friday grind of going to the cancer center to have my daily bag of arsenic pumped directly into my heart.
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