Is There a Treat in Treatment? by Syndi Powell
The word treatment contains the word "treat", but lately I've been struggling with the side effects of fighting for cancer. There doesn't seem to be any treat involved. Unless you count the fact that I'm six months away from the end of my five years and will be officially in remission.
This morning, I will be seeing my oncologist to get the test results from my recent blood work. We are also discussing what these last six months of treatment will look like. I still have two chemo injections and six months of a daily pill to take, and the side effects will only be getting worse.
BUT (isn't that a great word?)
There is always hope because the end is in sight. After four and a half years, I'm on the slope downhill and can see the finish line. I will be running towards the end of this long marathon with hands held up high in victory. Cancer tried to destroy me, but the joke was on it. I have been fighting this long, and I am winning this fight.
Next month, I have friends who will be holding a Relay for Life to raise money for the American Cancer Society. I have participated in the past and have always been awed by the first lap of the cancer survivors. Even now, I tear up as I think of the men and women who walk with heads high and fists in the air because we won't let cancer win.
And even if my cancer returns some day, I will not be defeated. I will fight it with everything I have just as I have these last four years. My books in the Hope Center stories were written in the hopes of inspiring other readers to not give up hope. As long as there is breath in our bodies, we have the chance to tell cancer, "Not today!"
So as I talk to my doctor about these last six months and the "treats" I get to look forward to, I know that victory is in my grasp. To celebrate the end of treatment, my family (including my niece Megs who is pictured above with me - isn't she beautiful?) will be going to Disney World in December. That will by my real treat!
On a side note, I recently received the cover of my September 2019 book, "Their Forever Home". Doesn't it make you want to sit on that porch curled up in the wicker chair with a good book?