Today is the new infusion day. I’ve worked extra every day this week so I’m done when I leave for the appointment, because if I have any ick feelings I can go to bed right after. If I’m physically fine, I have the afternoon off to read, write, play cello, or maybe walk in the golf course to dissipate the anxiety.
While I’ve been in the lab and in the office twice a year since chemo ended in May 2020, I haven’t been in the infusion chair for nearly six years. The first mammogram I had after treatment was a panic attack shitshow afterward, so I’m hopeful and also realistic. Luckily, this time I have SK with me, which is a huge difference.
Plus, Friday the 13th has historically been a lucky day for me, so today has been excellent so far. And while the rest of Minnesota is talking about the gale force winds we had overnight and this morning, I enjoy the howling through the trees and around the house. If the winds caused damage to your house/property/etc. or has otherwise caused you harm, I am not trying to downplay that at all by finding some solace in it. It’s just that for me it’s weirdly soothing, and the trees are dancing joyously outside my office window:
Tomorrow will be better. This afternoon will be better. Not knowing what to expect is always hard, but at least the six months of waiting to find out is nearly done. And afterward, Barnes & Noble or a nap. Or both!
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