A friend who said he has been taking marinol while undergoing chemotherapy said he has experienced increased irritability. He described an incident when he was yelling at his parents and “was furious” and confused about feeling like he was “high all the time.” I don’t want to feel like that.
I’m set to finish radiation therapy this week. I won’t have to watch the daily painful novellas of the waiting room. I won’t have to see the sweet woman with brain cancer struggling with her walker. I won’t have to comfort a Cuban “abuelita” who is fighting the “diabolical” cancer for the second time and says she wants to die. And I won’t have to hear the sporadic tantrums of an angry woman, who every now and then from her wheelchair, screams loud interjections at her adult son.
All this has not dented my deep-seated optimism: I’m going to make it out of this. Life is going to get better. And when it does, escapism won’t feel as necessary.
Part 8: Facing my fears after mastectomy
Part 11: Radiation therapy gives her hope
Part 12: Finding strength from others
Part 14: A new outlook on 2012