Whoooooah, we’re halfway there!

Though I generally consider myself an optimist, It’s impossible to equate being halfway done with chemo to the glass that is now fortunately half empty.  To use my favorite metaphor, being halfway done with chemo is like being half-done eating a giant shit sandwich (sorry mom):  Your body is feeling the effects of what you just ate, and the portion left on your plate is even soggier and nastier than the first…  In other words, the chemo has  been getting undeniably rougher;  It takes me a longer amount of time to recover to a lesser peak of health (which is still higher than where I expected it to be).  Observe my beautiful chart.

Get a good look. The next time you see this chart, I'll be done with chemo.

However, I’ve made it over the hump, and that’s what’s important.  No more mickey mouse milestones, this one is the real deal.  6 treatments down, 6 to go.  The mortality of these dark days has never been in such plain view.