Well, I'm finally feeling pretty normal, 5 weeks post surgery! I'm able to swim laps and it feels good! It took so much longer than expected and I suddenly want to plant flowers and clean closets. I'm home after all.
But I'm still waiting to hear what day I start chemo. I've called the oncologist's office repeatedly to hound them. "You haven't gotten the okay from my insurance, yet?" I've slipped through the cracks before. I feel like my file gets buried because I'm sort of low priority, compared to many. But I'm eager to know the plan and get moving. I study the calendar and see my treatments edging closer to the holidays. I thought I would be done by then. "I just want to do this chemo!" I half laughed to the nurse on the phone.
Then I realized this is my good window. I'm feeling pretty healed. My brain is alert. (what is chemo brain anyway?) I have energy and hair. I may not know which day I start up with this drama, but I need to enjoy this healthy, post surgery time and stop fretting over WHEN I start. I need to get out now and make use!
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!