My wooden donkey-mascot, usually just sits on a shelf at home. No, I do not take Ms. Donkey with me to every appointment. But since I realized I was nearing the end of treatment, I tossed her in my bag to meet a few friends at the cancer center.
My treatments are pretty quick, but over 6 1/2 weeks, I've grown fond of the 7 therapists I see daily. I always make sure I get in a few questions while I'm there. I know a little about each of them and they know a little bit about me. They've seen me wig-less and they've drawn marks on my body, so why not let them meet my butt-kicking donkey? So the other day, Ms. Donkey came along and tested out my "radiation table" ... then posed on some hands.
Yesterday, the donkey met a few more friends. She made a special stop at the front desk, where I'm greeted everyday by at least 3 big smiles and "Good Mornings!"
I kind of hate it that Ms. Donkey is going to be out of a job, soon! But she's done a good job along the way, making quite a few laugh... especially me.
Cancer to Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!