The good days and bad days eventually even out. Today was a good day, and a sunny day which made it extra special. I like to get out even if only for a couple of hours on good days. Also, the chemo bag project is taking on a life of its own with more people wanting to help. That makes for good days for me as well. Focusing on this project keeps me from dwelling on my own treatment which keeps me positive. Not that I am always positive mind you, those bad days can be really bad. Most of the time they happen in the four or five days following chemo, but can creep up on me on odd days too.
I'm flattered by the compliments that I have received pertaining to my strength and positivity, and I do strive to keep as positive as possible. Saturday was a bad day that just crept up on me. I had slept on my port wrong, and had a headache all day. That launched me into a slight pity party for myself as I cried about wanting to have my hair back. Mark let me cry for a little awhile, held me, and said in a loving voice"You know your hair won't come back for awhile, but I love you, and you are beautiful." I pulled myself out of my rut, and Sunday was a good day.
So, strive for for good days everyone, know that there will be bad days, and encourage everyone you meet in a loving matter so their bad day may turn around.
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