cancer

the end and the beginning

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” – T.S. Eliot

I can’t believe it has been over three months since I’ve written here last. Active treatment is over. I took my last dose of Xeloda a week ago.

January 2025
June 2025
January 2026

It’s funny… the way people treat me is very much determined by the way I look, but cancer is tricky that way. The most support I got was during and after my double mastectomy (thank you!) but that was honestly the easiest part of this treatment journey. The first six months of chemo were harder – pain, nausea, fatigue and hair loss. But the hair loss was an outward manifestation of what I was going through, which made it easier for people to relate.

This last six months of chemo were much harder for me. Yes, my hair started growing back. Everyone I talked to told me how much better I looked. But the pain, nausea and fatigue were still there. What made this round so much harder was the addition of hand and foot syndrome, a side effect of the Xeloda. My feet were the worst. When they were just red, it felt like a sunburn under the skin but when they turned purple? It was like my feet were dipped in acid. My skin cracked, causing deep sores that wouldn’t go away. There were a lot of days during the last six months that I couldn’t even walk. My fingerprints disappeared and my fingertips were tight and swollen. Touching anything was painful. Several of my toenails turned black and fell off. Not only was I physically in pain, but mentally it was difficult not being able to do anything. I ended up gaining over 20 pounds, which also made me feel worse.

at podiatrist for neuropathy
split thumb
sore on toe
hands healing from cracks
skin peeling
hand starting to get cracks
cracking before skin came off
more skin splits
skin starting to come off

The thing is… the hand and foot syndrome doesn’t look that bad. And I know it could have been worse, but the pain was just too much on top of the abdominal pain and bone pain and joint pain and headaches. The last six months I have had to focus on making it through one day at a time. I think I cried more in the last six months than I have in my entire life put together.

And then, last Wednesday, I was done.

I know I should be happy that treatment is over, but my body and mind are still in survival mode. I feel lost. There is nothing I can do now but wait to see if it comes back. I see other cancer patients celebrating and getting their ports removed. My oncologist wants to leave mine in because of the high chance of recurrence. Every three months I will go get the port flushed, get bloodwork and have a physical exam. If anything hurts more than a week, call to get seen so she can do a scan. TNBC often comes back in other places – lungs, liver, brain or bones. So, the fear is there all the time. Is this a normal headache or the cancer? Is my arthritis acting up or did the cancer come back?

I felt really good Tuesday and got so much accomplished around the house. But Wednesday I couldn’t get out of bed. I’m not sure what to expect or how to adjust to this new normal. What can I realistically accomplish? How do I cope with the fear and worry? It’s a lot.

Goals

As promised, I’ve been thinking about ways to create joy in my life. I want to focus not just on passive things that make me happy, but also habits and actions that I know will bring me closer to my best life.

Organization

2006
2007
2013

I used to get up every morning and make lists for the day. Nothing makes me happier than a good journal/calendar. After I got cancer, one of the worst side effects (for me) has been chemo brain. It is next to impossible to remember things or focus on anything for more than two minutes. I am having trouble with comprehension, recall and just general problem solving. I haven’t been making lists because it is hard for me to write them and even harder to follow through. I want to rectify that and this post is a step in the right direction.

Short Term Goal

Post on the blog more often. Try using Post-It notes for lists so that I can add single items when I think of them instead of staring at a blank piece of paper.

Long Term Goal

Find a planner that I really like before the new year. Get it set up and write in it every day. Make it part of my morning routine so that I can start training my brain to work again. So far, I really like this one but am open to suggestions.

Looking Up

I love the sky. It is every changing, but always beautiful. There are no expectations, just acceptance of what is. My house is located in the city, and we don’t have much of a view. It is frustrating to see only a small patch of sky. I can feel myself getting more and more depressed. I need to look outside of myself and remember the beauty that is all around.

Short Term Goal

Walk outside. Look up. Every day. I take my medicine every morning and every night, so I am going to try and watch the sunrise and sunset from my porch.

Long Term Goal

Get in the car and go. Go chase that storm. Watch the sunset from a hill outside of town. Take an early morning drive and watch the sun rise over the lake. Stop making excuses.

Travel

I love a good road trip. My favorites are national/state parks and kooky tourist attractions. There is something about travel that makes you grateful for home. The beauty of nature and the creativity of humans are two things that always inspire me. Right now, travel is hard. I don’t feel well and need to stay close to my doctors. We have a primitive cabin on some land a couple of hours away, but I haven’t been there since my diagnosis. The thing I’m most worried about is the lack of running water and a bathroom. I need to find a way to balance my health with activities that I enjoy.

Short Term Goal

Since walking is hard for me right now, I am going to try going for drives with my husband. There is a lot of beautiful scenery around Las Cruces and no reason not to see it.

Long Term Goal

I will be done with chemo the first week of January. I will need a month or two to recover and start feeling better. My husband’s birthday is in March so I want to plan a road trip for the two of us.

3 DOWN, 5 TO GO

Bathroom still not done, still tired, still taking mirror pics.
Four pills in the morning, four pills at night.

Almost halfway through. I start my 4th cycle on Wednesday – Keytruda and Xeloda. I’m starting to feel really down. The days feel endless. Everything is hard. My hands hurt. My feet hurt. I’ve been using the wheelchair when it gets too hard to walk, but I hate feeling like an invalid. I hate asking for help. Sometimes I question my life. Am I really in constant pain or is it in my head? Am I really tired or just lazy? Is it worth it? Logically, I know that it is. I want to give myself grace, but I also want to scream.

I know that finishing treatment won’t be the end, but it is what I’m looking forward to right now. In January, I will be done with active treatment. How long will it take to feel like myself again? Many months, I’m sure. Maybe a year or more. Maybe never.

I need to lift myself out of this funk and find something constructive to do with myself. I need a plan, a goal. Wednesday is my birthday. It is also the day I start back on chemo and immunotherapy. My day will be spent at the oncologist’s office and getting infusions. But I want that day to be a new start for me. The beginning of another year should hold hope and bring some joy. So, I’m going to give myself the next two days to feel sad, and then it is on to the business of creating the life that I want.

I am going to make a list of things that make me happy. Using that, I’m going to make two plans – one short term and one long term. In order to hold myself accountable, I will post them here. I need something concrete to focus on in order to move forward. If you have any advice or ideas on how to avoid spiraling, please let me know!!

In other news, they built a Starbucks a few blocks from my house and I have to pass it on my way to the doctor’s office. I’m thinking a post-infusion treat is in order!!!

I’ve had several people ask me for the link to donate, so find the info posted below. Please note that any money donated to the GoFundMe goes directly to medical bills. Cash App or Venmo donations go to living expenses (bills, food, etc.).

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Crossposted from Facebook:

I was feeling sorry for myself this morning. I hate feeling sick and tired all the time. I’m over the constant pain and feeling alone even in a room full of people. “I’m not built for this,” I thought. “It’s too much.” But then I remembered that NO ONE is built for this. There is nothing natural or normal about chemo. This isn’t easy, but that’s ok. I’ll get through this the same way I’ve gotten through every hard time in my life. One day at a time, one hour at a time. It is important for me to document this feeling. Years from now, I want this to pop up in my memories and remind me of how far I’ve come. Future me: don’t take anything for granted!!

So, two cycles down. I was really hoping that this chemo would be easier for me. Maybe I am just weak? Why do I get every possible side effect from everything I do? *sob* So frustrating. The second cycle really hit me hard. The fatigue is out of this world. But the Hand Foot Syndrome? It is beyond frustrating. My feet start turning red and are tingling non-stop. After the first few days, they start burning. It feels like a sunburn from the inside. This time, I started getting some blisters around my toes.

It became hard to walk. I spent almost a week in either bed or the recliner. Nausea was worse. Now taking meds every day to control it. GI issues worse. Taking meds every day to control it, but still an issue.

Today was the first day it didn’t hurt to walk. I almost feel good.

I went to the oncologist’s office for my labs. On the way there, I started crying and sat outside for a good five minutes trying to get myself together. I couldn’t stop thinking that tomorrow I will get another infusion of Keytruda and start the chemo pills again. I know I’m going to start feeling bad again. It is overwhelming, and I don’t want to be doing this. As soon as the nurse started the blood draw I started crying again. So embarrassing. Sometimes I hate being me.

I should be done with all of this in January. The busy months are coming up, so I have my birthday to look forward to. Halloween. Thanksgiving. Birthdays. Christmas. It should help to have these little goals.

I really need to get out of this funk. If I can’t control it, I need to let it go. Breathe.

gratitude

I want to be happy. I want to be positive. I want to be a good example of how to face obstacles with grace.

But…

Everything is so hard. It hurts. I am tired. The reality of cancer is that the things you have to do to fight it also destroy you. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t tired or the last day that I didn’t cry. People tell me to think about the future, about life after treatment when things will be easier. Hope is important. But, for me, it is not enough to hope for things to get better. Because what if they don’t? What if the cancer spreads and chemotherapy never ends? What if I die waiting for things to get better?

For me, it helps to put things in perspective. Something is bad. Okay, imagine if it was worse. How would I deal with that? How would I manage? Now there is a space for me to be grateful.

Today I am challenging myself to find the positives in the negatives, to flip the script in my brain.

Last night I couldn’t sleep because everything hurt. My hands and feet were tingling. I had severe abdominal pain. My legs were cramping, and I couldn’t get comfortable. I got up and took a long hot bath, remembering that less than two months ago I had surgery and was unable to take a bath. Back then, all I wanted was the ability to soak in some hot water. And now I can. Any time I want I can fill the tub and relax. There are so many people around the world that don’t have that luxury.

Gratitude.

My fingernails keep breaking down to the quick, but they aren’t turning black and falling off.

My face is covered with peach fuzz, but that means my hair is growing.

I feel nauseous, but I’m not throwing up.

I have to do more chemo, but I’m already done with one cycle.

I’m always worried about money, but I have a roof over my head.

Everything is hard, but I’m not doing it alone.

I’ve been in active treatment now for eight months. Of course I am going to get tired of it. But this isn’t a sprint. It’s a marathon. Today, I need to take a breath and readjust my attitude. Tomorrow, I go in for another infusion of Keytruda and start my chemo pills again.

I can do this. I will do this.

If you want to help with medical bills and treatment costs, here is the GoFundMe.

If you want to buy me a coffee, my cash app is $KristalArmendariz.

If you want to make me happy, leave a comment below.

Gratitude.

The one constant is change…

The last time I wrote (3 weeks ago), I was so happy and hopeful. After meeting with the oncologist, she told me that I would have to do another six months of chemo in addition to the immunotherapy. Since I only had a partial response, it is the standard of care. I was a bit deflated, but still feeling strong. A couple of days later, I had to go to the emergency room. The skin around my incision was swollen, red and hot to the touch: cellulitis. I was given IV antibiotics followed by ten days of pills every six hours. A week after finishing, the symptoms returned and they started me on another antibiotic. I finished it and it seems to have worked.

Mentally, I’m doing ok. Physically, I’m doing ok. I’m just so tired. The last couple of days have been a struggle.

July 29, 2025

Before I was diagnosed with cancer, I was a painting contractor. We started the bathroom remodel right before I had my first chemo. Seven months later it still isn’t done. When I look at this picture, I see all the things I can’t do. Patching the wall, sanding the door and painting everything should take a day at the most. I see it. But I can’t make myself do it. All I want to do is sleep – curl up on the bed and hug a pillow. I want to hold as still as possible until it passes… But how long can a life be put on hold? I’m struggling right now to reconcile what I want to do with what I need to do with what I’m actually capable of doing. I don’t like this version of myself.

Choose to be happy!

Mirror Me from my (still) under construction bathroom!

When I started this journey, my oncologist told me to expect a year of treatment: chemo + immunotherapy, surgery and then more immunotherapy. It seemed impossible at the time to even imagine getting through so much. But here I am. Chemo + immunotherapy DONE! Surgery DONE! I’ve already started the immunotherapy, so it feels like I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I’m tired, yes. Scared of recurrence, yes. But more than anything I am grateful for this life and the people I get to share it with. There is so much that I took for granted before. I won’t make that mistake again.

Today is a big day. I’m meeting with my oncologist to review pathology results and finalize our plan moving forward. Best case scenario I will finish the immunotherapy and be done with active treatment. But I know that there is a chance I will have to do more chemo. While that scares the hell out of me, I know that whatever happens I can handle it.

I am strong. I am brave. I am happy.

Eye of the Storm

It’s been six months since my first chemotherapy treatment, seven months since my diagnosis. I am feeling so good right now. The immunotherapy side effects are there, but manageable. My surgery went smoothly and I am recovering well. I won’t get biopsy results for two weeks, so I am here enjoying the good stuff. The reality is that this may be a temporary reprieve. If I need more chemo it will be back to square one. But I don’t want to think about that right now.

I need a moment to enjoy my life, to bask in the absence of everything that comes along with chemo. To breathe.

Last year vs. this year. Lost 50 pounds, my hair, my breasts but gained so much appreciation for life. I can honestly say I’m happier now because with gratitude comes peace.

There has been so much physically I couldn’t control that I was forced to let go of worry and expectations. I found that other areas of my life benefited from this attitude shift as well. I was able to let go of a lot of hurt feelings and sadness and forgive myself (and others). Instead of dwelling on the past I am looking toward the future and finding joy every day.

Major Milestone and Minor Changes

Yay!!! Yesterday was my last chemotherapy treatment. 16 rounds down. I can’t believe I made it through. It felt like time was moving so slowly, just endless days stretching out with nothing to fill them but pain and worry. I’m nowhere close to the end of treatment, but for now I’m going to celebrate that this portion is done. I did it.

Ariel, Mikal Jade, Echo and Mike were able to come and watch me ring the bell. Everyone else was either in school, working or out of town. Still, the amount of love I felt was amazing. I am grateful to have such a supportive and caring family. I know not everyone on this journey is as lucky, so I am very blessed.

Yesterday I also met with my oncologist about my treatment plan moving forward. There were a few minor changes.

Originally, I was going to take a 4-6 week break to recover from chemo before surgery and another 6 weeks of recovery after – followed by six months of Keytruda. Now, my oncologist doesn’t feel it is wise to take a break so is scheduling my first dose of standalone Keytruda for June 18. She also increased the length of treatment from six months to one year. Yikes.

A couple weeks ago I got the appointment for my follow up breast MRI for June 25. The oncologist said they were booked and that was the earliest appointment I could get. When I called the facility, they said that they didn’t keep a waiting list for cancelations but that I could call back every morning to check for open slots. So, that’s what I’ve been doing. When I met with my surgeon this morning, she said that wait was unacceptable. After just a few minutes her assistant had me scheduled for the MRI tomorrow morning! And my surgery (double mastectomy) is scheduled for June 20.

Deep breath.

So, what I am still waiting on? So far, I haven’t had any issues with my lymph nodes and am expecting that to continue. However, if anything looks suspicious on the MRI I will go in to have a biopsy before surgery. If they need to be removed, it will be less invasive to do everything at once. I really want to avoid a second surgery if possible. After surgery, they will send the tissue off to get tested. We are hoping for pCR (pathological complete response). If I achieve that, it will mean that the cancer is gone and my long term success is more likely. If any cancer remains, we will have to discuss the possibility of more chemo.

I am excited to move on to the next step but still feeling some anxiety about the unknown.

Living With Cancer

I haven’t posted in a while, mainly due to the fatigue. I’ve written dozens of posts in my head but haven’t had the energy to type them out. This AC chemo + immunotherapy is awful. I’m currently a week out from my third dose and still having trouble getting out of bed. I only have one more, but the thought of going back for my last one is giving me extreme anxiety.

A friend left this comment on Facebook so I decided to answer it here.

how are you feeling?? how many more treatments? can you talk about your cancer? my mom has it and she c/o pain but can’t explain the pain and she says she feels different, but can’t explain that either. i’m always curious how these cells transform our bodies and it’s mind boggling to me. I wonder is it the csncer that changes you or the treatment. whatever is happening in your part of the world, I pray God continues to watch over you and protect you and your family. I hope today is a good day, friend. 

I feel horrible but agree with your mom – it is hard to explain. During the first phase of my treatment (Dec-March) I was getting Taxol (chemotherapy) every week and Keytruda (immunotherapy) every 3 weeks. I would be fairly sick for 2-3 days and very fatigued for 2-3 more. The last day or two before treatment were good, so I looked forward to those. Looking back, I can’t believe I was even complaining. I switched to AC chemo (Red Devil) and Keytruda every 3 weeks and the last couple of months have been so hard. I get sick before even leaving the infusion center and it is two weeks of feeling like I’m going to die. The third week I still feel sick, but it is more like the way I felt for the first medicine. Tolerable.

So what does it feel like?

Fatigue. It doesn’t get better with rest. It is overwhelming. Even small things like sweeping the floor or folding laundry will tire me out and I will need a two hour hap after. Some days I can’t do anything at all. It is hard to explain, but even my brain is tired. Like, I can’t use the energy to think. I’m forgetting words, have to write notes and set reminders on my phone. As soon as something goes in my brain it is gone.

Pain. There is so much pain. I have had a headache for five months. On bad days I can’t even stand to hear the television or music, so I lay in bed in the dark trying to sleep. Everyone responds differently to chemo, but I have a lot of bone pain. It feels like growing pains or shin splints… Also abdominal pain. I don’t know if that is from the chemotherapy or the immunotherapy, but the inside of my body feels like it has been put through a mixer. I can’t point at one specific spot and say that it hurts. It is very non-specific. After starting AC, my abdominal pain has gotten 1000% worse. It comes in waves and when it gets bad, I double over in pain, in tears and unable to speak.

My oncologist said that the chemo works by attacking cells that divide quickly, so any cells in your body that divide quickly are going to be affected. That is why your hair falls out, mouth sores, stomach pain, etc. Before starting treatment, I had no symptoms associated with the cancer except for weight loss.

I also have neuropathy in my hands and feet. They are constantly tingling – like pins and needles.

The immunotherapy makes me break out in rashes all over my body, so my skin is also sensitive.

I have insomnia, but sleeping is the only way to escape the pain. I’m awake at 4 am and end up taking naps during the day. By 7 or 8 I’m exhausted and in bed. But I can’t stay asleep for more than a couple hours at a time.

Nausea. I have three different medications for it and they have worked well to keep me from actually throwing up. But the queasy feeling never really goes away. It feels like motion sickness, but painful? It is like I am aware of every part of my body all the time. While the pain fluctuates, the constant awareness does not.

Any one of these symptoms would be hard to deal with, but the fact that they are all happening at the same time and they never stop is crazy. The mental part is almost harder, because you know that as soon as they ease up you are going in to do it all over again. There is also the worry about whether or not it is working – if this is going to be worth it. I have triple negative breast cancer, which is very aggressive. There is always the fear in the back of my mind that the chemo isn’t working or that the cancer will come back or spread.

Since I started treatment in December, I’ve had fifteen rounds of chemotherapy and seven rounds of immunotherapy. On May 28, I will have my last one (Yay!!). The 29th I meet with the surgeon to go over options and schedule surgery. June 25th I have my breast MRI. Hopefully, the cancer is gone. Of course, we won’t know for sure until pathology comes back after surgery.

Even if the cancer is gone and I achieve pCR (pathological complete response), my oncologist still wants to do another twelve months of Keytruda. If any cancer cells are remaining, she said it will be another six months of chemo, in addition to the immunotherapy. Honestly, I can’t even think about that. I don’t know how I could do this for another six months. So, I’m hoping for the best and trying to keep a positive attitude. That’s half the battle!