Day 2 of butt shots, done. A very literal pain in the butt.
So far, so good. I don’t feel too many side effects besides an ache, a headache, and fatigue.
Tomorrow I have another round of blood work and then the bizarre part of thyroid cancer really kicks in. The radioactive iodine pill and isolation.
To prepare, a friend gave me lovely flowers, a book, and soup. I bought another book with a gift card from my sister, and a journal. My mom gave me sour candies for sucking on (recommended), lots of other goodies, and a hot water pot (for coffee in my Cancer Sucks mug from my other sister). I have an exciting writing project to work on. I have a list of personal reflection questions to process through.
I’m trying to view this like a retreat.
I still think I deserve to get at least one super power out of this radioactivity.
But upon reflection, I do get super powers out of it. Just like every other cancer patient.
We get fresh perspective.
We get profound gratitude.
We get to experience our own strength.
We get to relinquish control.
We get to exercise faith.
We get to be loved well.
Those are probably the best super powers, anyway.
(Though I still wouldn’t mind the ability to fly.)
Sending tons of positive thoughts & prayers to you!
Super powers or not, having cancer makes you a super hero. The one thing to remember about super heroes is they don’t live forever. My friend Mary died this week of something other than cancer, but she was on her at least third go-around of battle. I’m quite sure she had all those super powers mentioned in your article, probably more. I know she was a super hero for the facing with grace all that she faced. But her time came. The sovereign God said enough. Super powers don’t save you. They just leave us profoundly sad when snuffed out.
Hi! I never met you, but I like to read your blogs. You are a terrific writer. And because my husband and I visited Djibouti several times, I can really relate to your Djibouti blogs. (We probably have mutual friends, but I won’t go there…) And I relate to your cancer to some extent. My husband had AML leukemia and a stem cell transplant. He got through all the hoops, but it wasn’t always “pretty”. And now I have a Yemeni friend who also has thyroid cancer and is getting treatment in Jordan. She has had these radio-active “super-powers” that repel everyone away from her… And she’s read some good books during her lonely days. I won’t promise to pray for you every day — but I do pray for you as I read your blogs. I don’t have anything profound to say — but I hope and trust you experience God’s presence with you every step of this journey…