Its that time.....

Today is Sunday March 14, 2010. In two days, I take my last shot for my Hep. C treatment. I can not believe that it has been 6 months already - It pretty much just screamed by! The last two months have been challenging, but I've pushed through them and have made it to the end. I guess I shouldn't speak too soon, really, because I have another week and a half left, but I have faith that these last few days won't bring too much trouble.

I'm down in Seattle right now, so I haven't been getting up for work at 4:30 in the morning, which is a lot of the reason that the treatment was making me a little extra tiered I think. Being down here, I have been staying up a whole lot later, but I get to sleep in, so it sort of balances out, I suppose.

I have my end of treatment doctor appointment on the 23rd. I have been trying to think of questions for my doctor. I want to make sure that everything is how it should be and that my body is going to bounce back from this treatment with no malfunctions. I don't want to end up with the problems my mom has been facing - hypothyroidism - that would pretty much just be the end of me. If I got that, I think I would almost rather shoot myself than have to live with it for the rest of my life. I already have trouble controlling my eating habits and forcing myself to stop eating even though I could easily continue eating for pretty much EVER. So, if I ended up with a hypothyroid after all this, I would blow up like and balloon and no amount of exercise would really do me that much good.

Speaking of exercise, I am so excited for this treatment to be over so I can get back into running. I have continued running during these 2 months that have been really difficult, but I have only been able to run MAYBE 2 miles. I am back up to 3ish now, but still, that is nowhere near the 7 miles that I could run back in October!!! The end of this treatment for me, marks the start of whipping my but back into shape. Hopefully it will be easier than it was before. I'm hoping that because I forced myself to keep exercising even when I was super tiered and only went for a walk or something, I'm hoping that it will be easier to get back into my running routine. Yes, it will take me a while to get back up to 7 miles, but I hope it is nowhere near the friggen year and a half that it took me before.

I feel like I should have learned a lot about myself during this treatment, but I don't think that is the case. I learned that it sucks to have to get a bunch of shots and get blood drawn all the time. I learned the I have really easy veins for blood drawers to find. I learned that I'm only human and that I need to let my body rest when it needs to - I can't just go go go all the time like I always thought I could. I guess that one is pretty important. Realizing that about myself humbles me, I guess. It made me realize that I am not invincible.; I can not control everything. I can do my best to control things and not let things bring me down or stress me out, but there is a point at which every person finds their limits. I think I'm lucky that when I found mine, I woke up after hitting the floor. I'm sure some people will not be that lucky. I'm not just talking about people facing chemo or fighting off some kind of illness, either. I mean everyone. Everyone has their limits and it is a slap in the face when you reach that point, but I hope people will reach it - recover from it - and learn from it.