thēf – one who takes the goods or property of another without the owner’s knowledge or consent.
Cancer directs your life and dominates your thoughts, body and time. Cancer steals your joy and innocence. It may slowly creep into your life, or explode into your life.
With cancer you are never in charge, cancer is. Things are determined by how much chemo it takes to kill it. The fall out is a body that I get to figure out how to make it work with the least amount of pain.
It started with my balance. It’s not such a big thing to notice, until you try to walk.
My hair had a mind of it’s own. My hair stylist and mother decided that I was not to have a shaved head. I went from having the tangles cut out to bald within a few weeks of starting chemo.
Who knew hair grows in a circle around your head. This is a big thing for someone who has always had long hair. No hair was just a stage. My hair decided that coils were the way to grow. That is until I got my first hair cut. Now, we’re waiting to see what my curls want to do.
Cancer wasn’t the only thief. Chemo didn’t hesitate to destroy as much as possible. Peripheral neuropathy hit my feet and hands.