And Then There Were None, Agatha & Me
Posted March 16, 2010on:
Well, Agatha, we made it.
The last radiation was completed today. I know Ms. Christie’s book, And Then There Were None, has ten dead bodies, but I can report just one body here and it’s still living and breathing.
And I’m pleased that I’ve completed my breast cancer treatment (except for that pesky matter of taking a drug to prevent recurrence for ten years).
I came through it all pretty damn well, if I must say so myself. I’ve been fortunate to have no serious complications. Oh I had that incredibly itchy toe that became infected three times and one bladder infection. But, all in all, they were just a bunch of temporary inconveniences.
I had a hint about the risks of cancer treatment when I came in for my second chemotherapy session and my oncologist commented that I did really well. “You didn’t end up in the hospital.”
Yikes. This is a serious business.
As I’ve said a few times since diagnosis, cancer is too serious not to laugh. That’s why I’m equally proud I’ve maintained my sense of humor.
Whatever will I write about now that treatment is over?
I don’t know, but as I noted, I apparently have at least ten years to find out.