Boxing Match

As I stepped out of the shower last night, I was thinking of what a good analogy was for going thru chemo - was is like a doing a triathalon? Hmm - didn't seem right cos I see those triathaloners and they look pretty tough... Then this morning it occurred to me - it's like a boxing match. Before I started I was so ready. I was like, just give it to me, nice and strong, so any leftover cancer cells will be out of me forever! "Give me your best shot"... A week or two after the first one, Kemi asked if I felt like just when I was getting better, it was time for another go, and whether I was dreading it. I said No - I was getting stronger and would just enjoy the new found energy - I'd be ready. It's so different now. Just thinking about the infusion area, seeing cancer patients, or even talking about the meds, makes me feel ill. I feel like a boxer, trying to get up after being hit, knowing that you're just going to get hit again. In this case though, winning is just not giving up - getting up ever time and making it to the bell.