#101 - Don't Like Being Reminded

My Dammit Doll
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​I'm not mad at my radiology doctor. I trust and respect Dr. Y, but he just reminded me of what all this is about. I've been so caught up in appointment times and side effects and medicine and and recovery that I haven't stopped to think about what all this is really for.

It's because I had cancer and it still might be lurking in my body.  It sort of put me in a bad mood. So when I got home, I gave my doll a toss. That's what I'm supposed to do. I promise, it is not a voodoo doll.

​​My Haitian Doll
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​This is also not a voodoo doll.  It's made in Haiti and I can talk to her, write her notes and request all sorts of things. After my doctor's appointment, I asked her if I made the right decision about radiation. (No this is not praying, it's playful distraction)

Basically Dr Y gave me the choice of 4.5 or 6.5 weeks of radiation.  Why not the shorter amount? I asked. There's a little more risk, since one lymph node ended up showing involvement. Seriously, I haven't been thinking about this.  It felt odd to be reminded. 

And Don was out of town. It was my first doctor's appointment without him.  But I made a decision like a big girl. I'm going for the 6.5.  Maybe I don't need it, but what's 2 more weeks? I want to know I've done everything possible to keep this cancer from returning. I'm excited about future weddings, grandkids, celebrations of all kinds!  I'm planning on being there!
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