My Dammit Doll
My Haitian Doll
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!
Cancer - 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 13, 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!