Bloody pillows. Painful rashes. Thinning hair. Hours in a chemo chair. Going home with a chemo pump.
Being dragged through hell.
That’s Travis’ life right now. Hell.
The new chemo brings with it all the wonderful side effects that go along with hell.
A painful rash. Waking up to bloody pillows from said rash. Hair falling out. A severe, painful reaction to cold. The list goes on….
But the amazing part?
Ask Travis how his symptoms are…
Not too bad.
How can someone who is being dragged through hell respond with “I’m good” when asked how he is doing?
And. As if all that isn’t enough. The CA19-9 (cancer marker) came in.
It more than doubled. Again.
Do you remember what normal is?
And yet. Some how. Some way. Against all odds. There is still a glimmer of hope.
Call it denial. Call it being pollyanna. Call it what you want.
But we call it…a bit of faith…
Perhaps the size of a mustard seed…but it’s there.
Despite the odds. Despite the news. Despite the symptoms.
Despite being dragged through hell.