I used to breeze through my chemo treatments feeling that I was getting off easy. Slowly, very subtly, but without question I am increasingly weaker, tired, and easily out of breath. I had completely forgotten about the, “brink of death” part of chemotherapy. I’ve seen it in the past, where chemo seemed to bring a patient to that point, to then be rescued and hopefully cured. I imagine this chemo journey I’m on could end at that brink. At work, I told my boss about my realization. I told him that if I am on the road to the brink, I suspect I will need to modify my work schedule, and if I actually reach the brink of death, I may only be able to work half days.
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