Yesterday I was at the hospital from 9 to 6 having my lumpectomy. I'm not complaining about that. I was actually in great spirits to get it done! But for a brief while I had to sit in the waiting room, where women dressed in pink gown tops were awaiting mammograms. I was in a long purple gown... not in the same club. For 20 minutes I listened to these 7 women fret and stew over having to do their mammograms. "What if I need an ultra sound?" and "This is so scary, I've been called back twice." and "I hate mammograms!"
These ladies were not including me, but that's okay, I had my mascot in my hand. My donkey is helping me kick this cancer, I didn't need their support. Then suddenly a wheelchair arrived for me. The room was tiny, so I politely pardoned my way through the lady legs, "Excuse me please. I'm going to go have my breast surgery now." Maybe it was the purple of my gown that made me feel royally rude, like I was the lucky one. But it some how satisfied me to have these ladies jolted by my odd remark.
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. I ranted for a year, until I got my vaccine in March 2021.
Coronary Artery Disease was the reason I restarted this blog on September 26, 2021. This time it was Don who was dealing with a worry that started with the letter "C".
Coronavirus and Cancer, Coronary Artery Disease! All are evil, but none can totally get me down... if I vent! I usually end up feeling a little more positive at the end of each post!