The long and winding road (to recovery).
Yesterday marked five weeks since I got my last cycle of chemotherapy. If I am being 100% mathematically correct, I still received chemotherapy for 48 hours after that so it's almost five weeks as I write this, but that sounds like a distinction without a difference to me. The fact is that it has been over a month since I last had to have carefully-adjusted doses of drugs that were actively trying to kill me infused into my body, and that means that I am officially in the recovery phase from my chemotherapy. I can't describe how chemotherapy affects every aspect of one's physical, spiritual, and mental health. I can try - like explaining how I could feel every centimetre of my entire GI tract, from mouth to anus, due to the damage to and irritation of my mucous membranes throughout my body - but in the end they would be like describing a fresh snowfall on Christmas morning as being white and cold. It just doesn't really do it justice. Suffice it to say that my life o