It occurred to me when I parked this afternoon that I’ve been coming to this office just shy of 7 years. Seven. Years. My first time was the day before Thanksgiving, 2019, when I found out I’d have to have chemo. Today I’m in for labs (oncology vampires are the BEST vampires!! They consistently steal… Continue reading I Know This Place
Category: Cancer BS
Six
Yesterday was six years since my last day of radiation, which signaled the change from "active" treatment and the beginning of survivorship. A few events have happened since then. Surgery for port removal. Started Tamoxifen, which started all sorts of fun side effects. Started therapy (still in therapy). Adopted Minerva (yay!) Online dating adventures during… Continue reading Six
An Unexpected Visit
So, a couple weeks ago I posted I was about to have my first Zometa infusion and cross all the things and all that. The universe put together some, hmm, interesting factors the week after that appointment that led to an interruption in my regularly scheduled programming, which also (annoyingly) led to me missing Paganicon… Continue reading An Unexpected Visit
Friday the 13th Luck
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… Continue reading Friday the 13th Luck
My WHAT Could Die? aka reasons cancer is chronic illness
Jump on the bitch bus peeps, the ride's a doozy. In today's episode of why breast cancer is an unceasing ride of indignities, I give you a few details from an essay I'm working on about the definition of grit. When I finished* cancer treatment six years ago this summer. Wait. Not far enough back.… Continue reading My WHAT Could Die? aka reasons cancer is chronic illness
