So, I briefly mentioned that I had mono in my last post. I had mono back in high school (junior year-ish), and was out for a quarter while I recovered. Mono is just evil. You get fevers, your glands and joints ache, you can’t swallow, your voice sounds like audible poo… and I have chemo to contend with too. Well, no, I’m not taking it right now, obviously, because I can’t afford to get worse. I was fine on Saturday – in fact, I was just a bit tired, but didn’t sound awful or feel awful. Sunday morning I was great at choir, but it got worse. Sunday afternoon it hit, and I’ve been terrible ever since.
It’s been over a week. My throat still hurts, and I have this awful hacking cough, but my fever is gone (yay!), and my joints hurt less and less. My hips just ache instead of having constant, shooting pain. Honestly, I feel better, and I sound much better. I just need to get over this cough and sore throat, and I’ll be golden. Even the doctor said my counts were good last Friday when I went in to see him.
I hate being so far off course with my chemo. I can’t afford to do this anymore. I think I’m going to have to quit my job, because every time I go in, I seem to get more sick. My mum has told me hundreds of times, “You’ll find a new job, or they’ll let you come back – they’ll understand!” Even Sean wants me to quit so I’ll feel better. I just don’t know. I need the money. Dad says I don’t, but I know I do. I just can’t afford to be sick any longer, and I need to get over cancer.
Maybe they’ll understand. Maybe they’ll let me come back in September when I’m over it completely.