Anybody who knew me as child would not be surprised to see me working as an Accountant now. I was the kid who got excited about extra problems assigned to me as homework; and I had math competition medals alongside my sports trophies. Numbers came easily to me back then and they still do (for the most part.) So I have to laugh at myself when my mind turns everything into a math problem.
1 week of chemo pills at a time, 5 chemo pills a day, 35 chemo pills a week. With each dosage, I am 1/14th of the way through, 2/14ths of the way through (well 1/7th), etc. Then I hit the halfway point and I start counting down, 7 dosages left, 6 dosages left, etc. So this morning, the Tuesday at the end of a cycle, I have 0 dosages left and I am 14/14ths of the way through this cycle. As in 100% done with my chemo pills until next Tuesday evening. Making it into a math problem makes it comforting to me, in some sort of weird algebraic way.
Tomorrow represents 15 months since my diagnosis... half-way to the average survival time from diagnosis of 30-36 months. Hmmm. Sometimes, numbers are not my friend. Stupid math.
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