Sarah Strong
Editor’s Note: This was originally posted on facebook, but to try and have this blog be the “source of truth”, I’m tracking down the important posts and posting them here on the corresponding date they were originally published.
Sharing this, so you all get a sense of what Sarah is going through, and how she's handling things. This is what she posted today:
I wanted to send a massive thank you to everyone who has sent me a care basket, or has reached out over the last couple of weeks, as well as today. My parents are free to share this if they would like, so their friends can see as well, that I really do appreciate everything people are doing, and want to do for, me and my family.
Now that my thank you's have been said, I'm going to talk a little about how today, I found a reason to really hate what it is I'm about to go through over the next couple months. I'm being 100% honest when I say that up until now, this hasn't bothered me too much. The doctor appointments were inconvenient, and it has really prevented me from doing my best in class. But still, I had no beef with this cancer. Of all the cancers I could have gotten, this is easily one of the best, and we have found it early enough that if everything goes smoothly, I should be all done by Christmas. So everything was going perfectly well until about eight o'clock this evening, just four hours after getting home from my first session of chemo. At eight is when I found the real reason to hate having to do chemo every other week, and it wasn't the fact that It still hurts when they stab my port, or that the anti-nausea drugs they fill me up with make me light headed, or that it takes so damn long, or even the chemicals leaving a gross taste in my mouth. No, it wasn't any of that. It was that when I got home I decided to take a nap, and when I woke up from that nap four hours later, right then, at the very moment of peak "after-nap" grogginess, is when the ice-cream truck decided to drive by my house. And I was too tired to chase after it and get myself a dang ice cream.
So I would like you all to take advantage of the next time you see an ice cream truck and have an ice cream or two. In honor of the day I watched one go by through my window, and couldn't find the effort to go get my sweet treat.
Treat yo' selves.