Happily, there is nothing much to report after round 11, phase 2.
I had no pain, no nausea, and am just a bit tired because of insomnia Friday night, and the neighbor's dog barking last night until 2 am.
There seems to be a slight improvement in the feeling in my fingers and toes.
That's it.
Nothing else cancer-treatment related to talk about.
What I have been thinking about, however, is how I, as a person who has focused on health and wellness for a life time, ended up with cancer everywhere in my body.
Well, maybe not EVERYWHERE, but a shit load of it scattered around.
I am wondering if there is something to the theory about highly sensitive, empathic people picking up the pain and suffering of others and carrying it in our bodies.
I spent most of my adult life holding my clients' pain in my hands.
Wiping their tears as they wept on my massage table.
Holding their heads in my hands while they sobbed.
Feeling their pain in my body, and riding it out with them.
I THOUGHT I was letting it go.
I THOUGHT I had adequately protected myself from absorbing all of that "energy," but maybe I didn't.
It's just something that's been on my mind.
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