Two years ago today I received my last round of treatment. I said I would give an account of what happened in the past years, so this is the right occasion to give an overview of the treatment I received.
Let’s start with the official diagnosis: plasmablastair B-cell Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma, CD 20 negative.
At 5.30 this morning, cramp alert!! It hadn’t happened in months, but it seems that the last couple of days my sensitivity for cramps has increased. It’s always my calves, this morning the right one. The headache that followed kept me awake.
Starting this blog was almost on impulse, although the concept had gone through my mind very often and many of my friends told me I should write down my experiences, if not my life. This morning, in my bed, awake, I realised why I started it. Every cancer patient suffers from the side effects of chemo therapy. But the impact of the cancer, not only physically but above all mentally and emotionally, is in most cases so enormous that in comparison all the rest seems “trivial”.
In my case, that whole perception process has been somewhat different, but I will come back to that in later entries.
Whilst the weather seems to express my mood, shining sun and stormy winds, my physiotherapist for the last 12 years advises me to go and buy a home trainer, to improve both muscles and condition.
Considering the fact that I have difficulties walking due to the chemo and the fact that I am extremely hyper motile – a construction “failure” by my parents 
– this is about the only thing I can do.
Yesterday was the first day of the rest of my life. At least, that’s how it felt. Why? The day before I had a meeting with my oncologist, coinciding almost with the 2nd anniversary of my last chemo treatment. And during that meeting I changed from cancer patient to chemo patient.
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