So yesterday was fun.
Turns out I need chemotherapy. And then surgery.
Chemo is going to be… insane. I start with a one-off session of three full days, then I have three weeks off for my body to build back up again. And then I start my cycles – four days a week for three weeks straight (where i won’t be able to function normally at all in that time), followed by two weeks off. That repeats for 6 cycles. 7 months of it. Then surgery.
Wow. I mean… I wasn’t expecting it. Not to that extent. Never to that extent. When the dental specialist first mentioned it, he said definitely an operation (which I expected), possibly radiation therapy (which isn’t too bad – you keep your hair and can keep going on with your life) or chemo (that big scary word that no one wants to think about).
Then when he said 7 months… and that’s best case scenario, it could get dragged out a bit. Well… I didn’t really know what to say.
The worst part is that the chemo won’t shrink that tumour at all, as it is in the bone and not soft tissue. So I will have this lump on my face until they operate next year.
But I didn’t cry or get mad or upset. I just sighed and nodded and asked when we could start.
Yes, I will rock the bald look. And blue wigs.