As a warrior, my seat was front-and-center. I was tossed into the carnivorous pit of chemotherapy and it's demons. I was poisoned and weakened.
As a warrior, I have emerged.
I am scarred, marred, and battle-hardened, but I am alive.
Previous to this post, I had not contributed to this blog since October 12 for one reason. Nausea.
Although the physical effects of chemotherapy are readily visible, it is the internal battle that is hardest fought.
As with numerous other sights and smells, my brain formed an unpleasant association to the chemotherapy and this blog. Although it may be difficult to understand, I would become overridden with extreme nausea anytime I saw the homepage to my blog.
Since the conclusion of my treatments on November 13, I have made several efforts to update this site. Until today, each has met the same fate - instant nausea. As a matter of fact, I am starting to feel dizzy...it's time to incinerate the proverbial bridge linking two inanimate objects in my head.
About Me
- Paul Lopez
- Recently married, my wife and I have begun a well-mapped journey into uncharted territory. While we each bring twenty-seven years of life experience to this beautiful union, we're about to face our biggest challenges while most are still honeymooning. In the coming months, I'll extend my trials and tribulations of a battle with cancer to the online world. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride...it's going to be a wild one.