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Chemo ddEC Round 3, Day 8
Mind and Body
I Was Fired Today
Today,
I was essentially fired.
But strangely,
I felt calm.
Of course there's frustration.
After years of contributing,
to be cut loose so easily
right when things are hardest for me.
But I saw it coming,
and more than anything,
my boss and I were just too different
in how we see life.
Their way of thinking
had become a source of stress for me,
so if anything, I feel lighter now that I'm free of it.
Actually, I have a job interview the day after tomorrow.
They already know about my treatment.
I'm genuinely grateful for that.
My expenses are going up with medical costs
while my income was already tight,
so I thought about juggling multiple jobs.
But realistically,
my body can't handle that right now,
and I'd been anxious about it for days.
So maybe this is how it was meant to be.
Not to brag,
but I can handle back-office work across the board.
Business-level fluency in three languages,
real international work experience.
I want to work somewhere that recognizes what I bring
and treats people like people,
not like pieces on a board.
Pork Kimchi, Finally
After that sour meeting with my boss,
the kids were off school for a municipal holiday
and went to play at the grandparents' nearby.
For the first time in a while,
the house was quietly, completely still.
When was the last time I had a day like this?
I started to feel energy coming back.
I made the pork kimchi
I couldn't manage to make yesterday.
The mountain of kimchi in the fridge
finally got put to good useâš
Back at the Gym After 4 Months
In the evening, I went to the gym.
Between the fear before surgery and recovery after,
it had been a full four months.
I desperately wanted to move my body
before the nausea came back.
Because I knew about the benefits
of exercising during chemo:
- Side effects can become milder.
- It protects the heart from the strain chemo puts on it.
- It may lower the risk of recurrence and death.
- It may even enhance the effectiveness of chemo (still being researched).
So moving my body gently
is part of my treatment too. ðªâ€ïž
On the way to the gym,
I had a few worries.
What if I started feeling sick on the way?
And also...
I was embarrassed to walk outside
with my shaved head.
But I went.
Nobody cared.
Of course they didn't lol
It's just a matter of getting used to it, I thought.
Once I'm used to it
and everyone around me is too,
it won't be an issue at all.
The only way forward is to get out more
with my shaved head
and rack up the experience. âšâš
My beloved glute machine
and the walking treadmill.
I worked up a real sweat for the first time in ages
and it felt so good.
My Body, 3 Months After Surgery
Exactly three months since the operation.
I no longer need the micropore tape
I used to change every three to four days.
That tape was there to protect the scars
and distribute the tension pulling on the skin,
helping the scars fade over time.
For the first time since surgery,
I spent the day with nothing on my wounds at all.
This small milestone made me so happy.
The scars have settled.
My reconstructed chest looks clean,
but there's a scar where the nipple was removed.
And across my abdomen,
from one side all the way to the other,
runs one long straight scar.
Anyone seeing my body for the first time
will probably be shocked.
But I felt proud of this body
for making it this far.
Oh, and the belly button
they reshaped during surgery?
Iâm actually pretty fond of it ð€
Mind and Body Are Connected
The day before,
I was so sick with nausea I could barely move.
And yet the next day I had enough energy to go to the gym.
I don't think that's just because time passed
and the chemo worked its way out of my system.
I think it's because
something shifted in my heart,
and my body followed.
I let out all the parts of myself
I'd been ashamed of,
and when I finally accepted them,
my heart felt so much lighter.
Putting it into words and writing it out
helped me sort through it and digest it.
Mind and body are connected.
We can't keep carrying our stress
around indefinitely.
If we don't face things one by one
and work through them,
I feel like it builds up in your body
and starts showing up as something wrong.
So right now,
I feel like I'm moving
in the direction of good health,
and that makes me genuinely happy. âºïž
Everything Happens for a Reason
The day after being knocked flat by side effects,
I lost my job,
sweated it out at the gym,
and ate pork kimchi with my kids,
all of us smiling.
Not bad, I thought ;)
Everything happens for a reason.
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