Tomorrow I take my first Tamoxifen: the little white tablet I have to take every day for 10 years, which aims to prevent the oestrogen my body produces from latching onto and feeding any future cancer cells. I will still have Herceptin every 3 weeks until the summer, and in February I will start my monthly Zoladex injections, which shut my ovaries down (again, trying to combat that damned oestrogen!). These medications will have their own side effects, but with my hair growing back post-chemo, and my strength returning little by little, I feel confident I'll find a way to cope.
Tanai and I are planning a quiet, relaxing Christmas at home in our little flat, where we'll cook yummy food and make plans for 2018. After the year we've had, we deserve to have our fortunes change next year.
I'm sure I will be a little contemplative over the next couple of weeks, and I plan to post something here about how I'm feeling in this transitional time. While I'm coming to the end of my active treatment, I know that this is just the beginning of the rest of my life as someone with a cancer diagnosis. I will have to navigate life in a new way, live with the knowledge that my body has changed, and will continue to be affected by my medication, and to learn how to deal with the fear of recurrence. In the meantime I plan to rest lots (I'm so exhausted after the last 10 months!), practice self-care, and slowly increase my exercise and social life again. Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life, and it's time to carpe the crap out of the diem!
