Second Battle, Same Me

Tag: canncer partner

  • One Week In

    It’s been a week since I sat back down in the chemo chair after 21 years away. A lot has changed in my life since then — and yes, a lot has changed in me too. Here’s what this first week has taught me.

    The Mouth Situation

    Chemo and mouths don’t get along, and mine is proof. My taste buds have left the building. Everything tastes like pennies or cardboard, which makes eating more of a chore than a comfort. Even chocolate cake — which I hated before — is still useless. I’d give anything for a piece of toast that doesn’t taste like I’m chewing tinfoil.

    Old, Cranky, and Tired

    The last time I did this, I was 48 and thought I was old. Now, at nearly 69, I actually am old — and cranky to match. My body aches, my energy is on permanent low, and most days I’m too tired to do much beyond shuffling between the bed and the recliner. I’m hoping that part changes soon, because right now my world feels very small.

    The Strange Gift of New Hours

    Fatigue has its own rules. I crash in the middle of the day and then find myself wide awake at 3 a.m. It’s not ideal, but sometimes there’s a gift in those hours — quiet, stillness, even a sunrise I wouldn’t normally see. I wouldn’t have chosen this new schedule, but it’s reminding me that life doesn’t stop just because mine has slowed down.

    Gratitude, Even from a Grouch

    And here’s the part I didn’t expect: gratitude still sneaks in. I’m grateful for naps that give me a little reset. I’m grateful for friends who reach out, who show up, who keep me connected even when I feel like hibernating. I’m deeply grateful for my husband, whose steady support is a constant in all of this — helping, encouraging, and reminding me I’m not doing this alone. And I’m grateful for the odd, quiet moments that remind me there’s still light in the middle of all this mess.

    One Week Down

    So that’s one week in. My mouth is a disaster, my energy is unreliable, and my mood is… let’s just say “salty.” But I’ve also got support, humor, and small reasons to be thankful. And maybe that’s what I’ve learned most this week: it’s not about pretending to be positive — it’s about noticing what’s still here, even when so much feels hard.

    If you’ve read this far, maybe take a moment and think about the small things keeping you going right now — the unexpected comforts, the quiet gifts, the people who show up. Those are worth holding onto.

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  • Chemo Chronicles

    Dateline: Infusion Center (Chemo Room) Day One

    This is Pattie Presswoman, reporting live for the first time from the tranquil trenches of Recliner Row.

    Breaking News: the recliners are fully occupied, the blankets are scarce, and Chair 3 has been officially declared the coziest corner of the room. Patients across the row are—prepare yourselves—all asleep. The synchronized snoring is bordering on “barbershop quartet” levels, though the harmony is nearly drowned out by the steady hum of infusion pumps.

    Meanwhile, the nurses glide between IV poles like (dare I say? Yes.)pole dancers in sensible shoes—armed with blood pressure cuffs, vinyl gloves, and bags filled with solutions both innocuous and deadly. Their mission: keep everyone calm and breathing while handing out poison like peppermints.

    The Official Report

    • Patients — 1 point for unconscious endurance.
    • Nurses — 10 points for maintaining peace and pillows without a single saline spill.
    • Notable Event — Chair 2 lost his phone, sparking a full-chair search party. The phone was ultimately recovered… in Chair 6’s pocket. It’s the drugs folks – these are just normal people. We’re not crazy – we’re on chemo.
    • Cancer — zero points. And may the odds be never in its favor!

    In Summary: spirits are stable, vitals are good, and the only drama today is whether the sweet lady in Chair 4 will wake up before her drip is done. And she DID!

    This is Pattie Presswoman, bringing you the news you didn’t know you needed—from the quiet frontlines of Day One chemo. This is Pattie Presswoman saying “Good day, and may the good news be yours”. 

  • Partners

    Photo by Cem Gizep on Pexels.com

    I wrote this for my husband, who carries a copy in his pocket. I love this man!

    I'm grateful for his love and support,
    But love isn't proven by easy words.
    It's tested in the mess - 
    When I throw up, will he help me clean?
    When I awake, soaked in sweat, 
    will he stay close or walk away?
    Will he carry some of the chaos
    so I don't bear it all? 

    I don't want pity.
    I want a partner.
    Someone who can hold my truth
    without breaking in half.
    Someone who can face my fear
    without turning away.

    I've battled alone before.
    I can fight again.
    But partnership means sharing the weight -
    not protecting each other with silence. 
    If I reveal the storm inside me,
    will he still stand tall beside me?
    Can he fight this fight with me,
    not just watch from the edges?

    Some days I will not rise from bed.
    Other days, I'll insist on living hard,
    pushing through exhaustion,
    chasing pieces of the life we had.
    And yes, people will stare.
    Yes, the world will feel too heavy.
    But I refuse to shrink.

    So I won't hide and I won't pretend.
    I'll speak my truth, even when it shakes.
    And if he is truly my partner, 
    he'll grow with me through the fire.
    Because is not just my battle, 
    it's ours.

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