So yesterday was fun.
Turns out I need chemotherapy. And then surgery.
Chemo is going to be… insane. It will last for 6 cycles, making up 7 months in total. Each cycle will consist of 5 weeks, which is broken down into: Week 1 will see me attached to 2 chemo drugs for 3 days straight, no break. Weeks 2-3 I get to have off from treatment to recover. Weeks 4-5 I’m back on a different chemo drug (I’ll be in for 5 days at a time). I will be hooked up for 24/hours a day on my treatment weeks. So that whole thing repeats 6 times over. 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.