SOME OF US KIND OF KNOW ABOUT PARTS OF THIS..HANG IN!
When I was diagnosed with Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer (MBC) in 2017, I thought I knew what fatigue was. I’ve powered through many nights of none or little sleep in my life, through graduate school, through starting a business that occupied every waking moment, through two pregnancies, and two children while managing said business.
Boy was I wrong.
My first treatment, when we though I was Stage II for a brief time, was IV chemo. Adriamycin and cytoxin were pretty rough on me physically — there’s a reason the former is nicknamed the “red devil.” For the very first time in my life, I couldn’t just power through and I’d litigated through walking pneumonia, which is not smart, by the way. Anyway, during chemo, I couldn’t get out of bed, I had debilitating headaches, I was miserable. Things got better between treatments (every other week) and then I was…
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