One of the hardest things I do is to prioritize myself in my daily life. It’s how I got myself into this mess in the first place.
Tuesdays have become a de-facto me-day. It’s my longest treatment day, and the one that has me see the biggest variety of caregivers. It starts with mental health counseling, and goes on to radiation, chemotherapy, and some others get thrown in during the long chemo infusion process.
It’s like a weird 6+ hour day at the spa, all about me. Only with less pampering.
My caregivers all empathize with my long day at the hospital, but inside I silently grin. This is the most time I’ve spent on me.
I realize I may sound like a crazy person trying to draw a silver lining on this dark cloud, but it’s how I choose to see it. The process and the treatments are what they are, and aren’t what they aren’t. I get to choose how to experience it, and I choose joy.