One Day At a Jeffing Time!

The first half of this week continued on from the last. Still feeling pretty nauseous, weak, and unable to get much food down. It’s amazing how much something as simple as eating becomes such a challenge. Time moved slow this week, which makes everything feel a bit heavier. My weight is my biggest battle, after my first chemo I lost a bit then was able to bounce back, this one not as much. But the doctors told me that in order to keep going, and feel better I have to try my best. So I give it my all.  Wednesday I went in for a hydration infusion, and by Friday I could finally feel the tide turning. Since then, I’ve been able to get down 4–5 high-calorie shakes a day to keep my weight steady. It’s not the kind of “meal plan” I’d ever choose, but right now it’s my job.  Then came the moment that made the whole week brighter. On Tuesday, I got a call from my doctor with the kind of news you hold on to, the tumor has been shrinking so rapidly that they can reduce the size of the ...

The back half of this week has been, without question, the toughest part of the journey so far. Round two of chemo hit different. Solid food became impossible, and even water felt like climbing a mountain. On top of that, the radiation side effects that began to show up last week my taste is gone, saliva thick and relentless. Layer chemo on top of that, and it’s just brutal. There is no other way to put it.  There are moments when you realize this isn’t something you can always push through. Cancer doesn’t always let you fight, it demands that you surrender, even if just for a moment. But I haven’t given up. Not even close.  Today, I managed to get a few protein shakes down. That might not seem like much, but to me it’s a win. Right now, progress doesn’t look like leaps, it looks like sips. And I’m learning to honor every one of them. This isn’t a sprint it’s a long, uneven marathon. And I’m still in it. There’s something about reaching this point that makes everything fee...