I started chemo that June. I had a port inserted into my chest and would go every two weeks to get the treatment. Luckily, my employer, Delta Airlines, was very supportive. They gave me whatever time I needed to come in late, or to stay home if I didn’t feel good.
I remember being exhausted most of the time. After about two months, my hair started to fall out. I woke up one morning, and hair was everywhere. So I decided to just cut it all off. But I didn't think about how I’d explain that to my son. When he saw me for the first time, he was in complete shock.
He asked me what happened to my hair. The first thing that popped into my mind was, “I want to look just like you.”
And then he rubbed his little hand on my head and said, “Mom, this looks great.”
So that made me feel good. And I was relieved that he was too young to understand what I was really going through.
It is hard to keep your spirits up through chemo treatments, but I had my support team—my mom and my boyfriend, Rocky, were always by my side. And when I came home and needed to rest, my Chihuahua, Rocco, was resting on the bed right next to me.