Hi. I’m Kate. Turn ons include IV drips, PETscans, and organic fig newtons. Turn offs include whining, hospital gowns, and artificial sugar.
Let’s see how much life I can squeeze in between work, chemo, sleep, and scans.
…until
I need your help. The other day someone asked me a question that left me stumped. It’s certainly not the first time I’ve been asked this question, but yet I have no idea how to answer it. The question is ‘How long do I have to do chemo?’
Some people actually know how many chemo treatments they need. That’s a completely foreign concept for me. Like most people diagnosed in stage IV, I have no idea how many treatments I’ll need before I’m in remission. So I decided to compile a list of possible answers to prepare myself for the next time I’m faced with this question.
Possible answers include:
…until Britney Spears is sane.
…until my port-o-cath is paid off.
…until Brad and Angela stop adopting kids.
…until my friends organize an intervention.
…until the Lions win the Super Bowl.
…until Oprah is broke.
…until my doctor calls me Kate instead of Kathryn.
…until FOX cancels American Idol.
and, in all seriousness:
…until I kick the crap out of this cancer.