This is one of those words that gets bandied around way too much; overused and rarely correctly, myself included. That said, I think I finally truly understand, at a core level, what this word REALLY means now.
It was just bizarre that I am walking around with a potentially deadly tumor in my body and yet I felt completely fine. SURREAL.
That I was sitting in a cushy lounge chair 12 days ago hooked up to the poison that will ultimately save me, talking with my new chemo pal, Paula and feeling like I was there as her support system, NOT there for me.. SURREAL.
That friends, family and strangers were texting, emailing and calling me with these amazing words of love and support, and they were talking about ME. SURREAL.
Hearing the words "prognosis and survival rate". SURREAL.
Then this morning, day 12 after my first chemo treatment; I woke up for the third day in a row feeling really normal, like me, the old me pre-Plan C. I reached up to run my fingers through my hair and...
BAM!!! Hair falling out and right on schedule.
I guess this is where SURREALITY becomes REALITY.