This Thursday will be the halfway point in my course of chemotherapy––three down, three more to go. But there is already good news: the chemo is working.
Since starting chemo six weeks ago, I have lost fourteen pounds (that’s a stone for my British friends, about 7 kilos). Not because I dieted or tried to eat healthy or because I had no appetite; I lost it because the chemo is working.
Without getting too clinical: the form of cancer that I have has resulted in weight gain. The weight loss means the cancer cells are dying off.
The weight loss doesn’t really show. I haven’t suddenly become a sylph. But I’ve noticed I can move around more easily.
Even the small victories count. And when they’re part of a larger victory in the offing, so much the better.