A pretty boring week

Monday, October 9th to Sunday, October 16th

After a nice weekend visiting around with my friend Barbara, it’s back to the house.
And this time for good. Or I mean for a full week.

I’m in aplasia. Meaning my immune system doesn’t work anymore as I got no more white cells in my body (or very little). All dead by the chemo poison.

Outside, it’s rainy and windy. Yes, even here in the South of France where it is normally always warm and shiny. And like EVERYBODY is sick. Of course, thank you FLU season. Anyway, it’s not like I was going to go out if not. My parents just strictly forbidden me to go out of the house this week. At least, it’s clear!

Honestly, I don’t even know what I really did this week. A mix of sleeping, TV, depression, stare at the wall, listen to music, try to study for my midterms without really trying too much and talk to friends online to maintain a virtual social life.

It was not an easy week. Lots of wondering and doubts. More I think, and less I know what I want. In life, for work, in everything. In my head, it’s pretty foggy. There is this shadow of constant uncertainty. When I study, it’s the only moment where my brain is thinking toward a unique direction, and that makes me feel better.

But I can’t really get motivated to study, because I feel like I’m never gonna succeed this year. I just came back from an appointment with the radiotherapy doctor to plan the 3 weeks of radiotherapy. I placed them between the end of my classes of the Fall semester (end of November) and my final week (Mid-End December). That makes me miss two days of classes where I have exams planned. So it sucks. And anyway, with the last blood work, I fear that next chemo is going to be postpone of a few days so I get out of aplasia. The problem is that this will make my calendar management go all wrong and miss both my midterms AND my finals. So why would I even bother study if I’m not sure I can make it to the exams ?

Normally, I’m super positive but this week, I’m down to the socks. Well at least they are cosy, but I’m not very proud of feeling like this. I even start wondering if I shouldn’t get to talk to the psy again. Talk about stuff. About my future. About what I’m expected to do when I’m cured.
My career was pretty straight forward before that. I knew where I wanted to go. Now, I could see myself quit everything and go to Africa, in flip flops, reading some French literature book of JP Sartre, trying to help build schools and infrastructures. But is it really a goal in life ? Yes ? No ? I don’t know.

So yes, I guess it’s a new opus of anger. Because I lost all my eye marks. I feel like I have 7 years old all over again. Not being able to decide or know what to do without someone telling me. I need to re-learn all the process. At 24, when everybody thinks you’re finally turning into a responsible and promising adult ready to take on his life and work duties.

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I don’t know how to integrate this society. Or rather to reintegrate it. Because I was pretty well off. Before this happened. I talk about it with a friend that goes through the same hardship. I tell her that for me, people say “Be strong! You’ll get even stronger and better after beating this! What doesn’t kill us make us stronger!” 

But I don’t really think it’s 100% true. I’d say it makes us stronger as it makes us weaker.

Because Yes, of course we live every minute doing the best of what we can to have no regret and enjoy. Everything feels SO GOOD. You wonder if you even ever really lived before. We are more prepared to face adversity and we accept our destiny. That we have no control over the flow of our life and life of others. But that it will be OK. Somehow. You just have to trust it.

The problem is that vision of life is incompatible with the society and people working full-time jobs, trying to earn a living. They are not trying to make the most of their time alive, all the time. No, they are trying to raise their kids, and get money to buy whatever they need or want.

At these people that you love and see getting tired at working hours and hours, you want to yell
Stop it! Go do what you really want! Imagine is that day is your last day! Is that really the way you want to spend it ? Would you have no regrets at all ?”

And this injustice of people that don’t allow themselves to fully live their life, I find it with people that AREN’T allowed to live their life. Because of war, of sickness, of poverty, of so many bad things really. Even entire animal and vegetal species are disappearing everyday because of the hyper colonisation of the humans.

That’s the kind of things I’m thinking about when I stare at the wall. All those things I have no idea where to start to help, improve or stop. And that make me feel drained. The how and the why. I lost my foundations. I’m in free fall. I just hope I didn’t lost my mind!
Other people tell me “I hope one day, this will look like an old bad dream. A far far souvenir.”

So, if going through this makes you stronger and better, why would other people wish that you forget about it ? Maybe it’s that the hardest part. Stay as you were ! Not change! So, should I forget all about it ?

 

Scan, challenges and a book

Saturday, October 1st

I arrive in Marseille from Montélimar. I spend the weekend with my parents and rest a lot. A LOT.

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Monday, I feel down a bit. First, I got a cold. My parents are a bit concerned and I’m afraid if it gets worse, they will blame it on Paris while I paid attention. Not very careful, but a little bit.

Also, it’s pretty hard to be back at home in my “cancer bubble” after a week of independence and classes. Feeling my age.
I decide to go study from the library the next day so at least, I breath some fresh air.

Study for what ? Well, my 7 midterms which will be waiting for me the next time I go to Paris. Damn!

Normally, I’m suppose to go back to class on Monday, October 17th.
For two weeks. But I will have to miss the first of those two weeks because of a scan and another chemo. Miss 42 hours of class…
Feels a bit stressed already writing that down.

I’m not even sure what stresses me the most?

The scan or the exams ? Which scan ?
Well, THE ONE which determines if the chemo treatment is working or not…

It would take the doctor a bad scan and 5 minutes to announce me I’m not nearly close to be done. Starting from the beginning. Again. Let’s not hope for it …

At the library, I borrowed a very cool book.

“Who Am I and if so, how many ?” by Richard David Precht.

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Young German philosoph.
I do love philosophy but I have to admit that rare are the teachers that are able to capture our attention and stimulate our minds to get us into the complex world of philosophy. Most of the times, they keep studying the same old theories in a very scholar way …
But wait, this book is EXACTLY the opposite!

The Author is SO smart and talented! And he is able to re-use those old philosophical concepts and theories and put them into perspective with the technology and sciences from today. Amazing!
I love Nietzsche and his theory of the human as a smart animal! (Or maybe also because he was so bright in his sickness and disease).
Here, the author illustrates his theory by the anatomic discoveries of the evolution of the brain from the monkeys to the human, to raise some questions if yes or no we have limits of our consciousness, knowledge capacity and way of thinking.

Anyway, if you like thinking, learning and if you are curious, it’s a great read!

 

Back in France and Cassis

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Hello friends,

I am back in France ! The flight went well and the last days flew by so fast ! I am a bit saddened to leave my boyfriend there and cut my stay two weeks shorter but I feel relieved to be back next to my parents. These past few weeks have been intense with all the stress, appointments and surprise.

I even did a panic crisis! Like a real and intense one! While watching The Diner Game with my boyfriend. I guess just too much to cope with and I felt drowning. But no! I’m very alive and I’m actually feeling pretty well !!!

Of course, I am starting the treatment  right now, so I will need a few days probably to update the blogs about everything going on!

On my planning, surgery to pose the MediPort, first chemo, first appointment with the Psy and the Gynecologist doctor for fertility, new haircut, my new hospital and the new oncologist who is helping me, the different treatment he propose, other free services offered at the hospital like hypnosis (haha sounds crazy and fun I like it!) and of course so more!
How to juggle bewteen class and chemo, how to do the hair and make up when the time will come to shave, … Who knows!

Btw, this is exactly why I titled this site Who stole my Mojo?

The cancer stole my Mojo but I’m gonna get it all back, my independence, my self-confidence, me feeling good about myself and how I look.

Bonus, I share with you few pics of Cassis, the beach city next to where I live in the South which is so beautiful and colorful! Let me know if you like it! (Ps – Another reason to come visit me!)

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Mussels and Fries with my Mum

Cute little hidden street