Cancer Vacation

I just realized that it's been two weeks since my last chemotherapy cycle and now I've got two weeks before the next cycle. Four weeks between cycles. 

Now I get two weeks of beverages made with ice. Two weeks -- maybe! -- of reduced neuropathy. Two weeks for my digestive system to possibly return to normal. And most important, another week for my taste buts to recover before Thanksgiving rolls around.*

It's a cancer vacation.  

I'm only one day into it, and I'm already loving my cancer vacation. I actually had a drink with ice for dinner. Yay ice!** And two more weeks without side effects sounds pretty fabulous. Especially since it would be followed by just two cycles -- at most; bad blood could lower that number further -- and then a real vacation. 

I miss vacation. But for now I'll definitely take my cancer vacation. 


* My oncologist seemed surprised I didn't want to come back for Cycle 9 next week. Oh yes, let's start the Thanksgiving weekend with a round of chemotherapy.

** While I'm told the low white blood cell count means I should be paranoid about germs, two weeks with beverages with actual ice are totally worth the germ paranoia -- especially since I'm not really a germ-o-phobe so I'm probably just going to ignore that part of the equation.