Beginning later this week, you will need your flu shot and pertussis vaccine if you will be visiting the Filloon household. We won’t require your shot records like Petey’s kennel does, it’s more based on the honor system. But it is a big F’ing deal so don’t come over and then be all like “oh, I’m getting it next week…” This mama can’t afford to get sick and miss any chemo treatments. I got shit to do, you know? And Wyatt is just a little guy and shouldn’t be exposed to yucky germs anyway. We appreciate it!
Chemo is still scheduled for this Thursday morning. I am a little nervous but so ready. Every night, I visualize the bad cells dying. I take my supplements daily that I hear attack the cancer. I use a CBD tincture and a CBD lotion now that I’m no longer pregnant. I rub frankincense over the lumps. I have crystals I wear, some that I sleep with. I get energy healing sessions. I have altered my diet and I drink a shit ton of green juice. All with a smile on my face because what is pouting and bitching going to do for me, right?! And now I am ready to take the next step. I’m ready to deal with any shitty side effects that may come because I believe that chemo will do the damn thing and help me win.
I also never forget who I am fighting for. When I was putting Harlon to bed last night, we were laying there talking (and counting up to 10 because that’s his jam lately). I told him that I am going to get better but it might take a little bit. But I will fight so hard and with everything I have so I can watch him and his baby brother grow up. I need that and they need that. I never forget that I am fighting for my husband, my family, my friends, and people I have never even met. I’m fighting for Team Filloon! 💪🏻💖
So, good night, I am off to visualize some rad shit happening in my body. 😌