Thanks, everyone, for your support.
Update: I'm six weeks into my combined chemo and antibody infusions now. It's been quite the ride. On one hand I'm doing great. I'm still working, which thank heavens I can do from home. I'm able to visit and play board games with my niece and nephew. I'm shouting at the TV when watching football. (Was on your side @Mac#23.) I'm trying to walk every day. I'm able to enjoy a little curry that my ex brought over from a post-funeral church luncheon. Normalcy, use it or lose it.
And yet, nothing is remotely "normal" about this. Side effects are steadily growing, like an ominous movie soundtrack. I have headaches, body aches. I am losing strength in my hands. My hair is falling out. The nosebleeds are spectacular. And the brain fog, OMG. I keep focusing on the end-goal, that this is all to prevent recurrence. 90% of women with my kind of cancer who go through my protocol are cancer-free 5 years later. Untreated, that rate drops to 46%. So I AM gonna get through this, one way or another.
It's a bit like quitting smoking, I guess. A leap of faith plus a lotta grit. Deeply discombobulating, but with its own momentum that carries you along after a while. I've wanted to smoke many times in recent weeks, but the desire doesn't stay. It's more of a strong recollection than an actual craving. I just let it pass.
My new motto: Things Could Be worse! I could be stage 4 rather than stage 1. I could be having much more intense side effects. I am not alone. The funeral my ex went to wasn't mine, LOL.
Thanks for your notes and prayers along the way. I'll take all the positive energy I can get.