It's good that I have choices. Nobody is making me do anything. I don't have to do chemo, even. I can decide. But sometimes I want to have someone just tell me what to do from start to finish. Even before starting treatment, I'm feeling wishy washy about decisions of any kind. Do I want to take the drug Nuelasta when I've heard about bone pain? Do I want to wear sweatpants or something nicer to my first chemo?
Then we have the scarf option! And I remembered how Don and I wore matching scarves at Big Bend National Park to keep the swarming bugs off our heads. Hey, we can be twins, again. Don could either buy a wig with me, or we could get matching scarves.
And here's one more idea!
I may not look sexy, but they make me giddy and happy! Thanks, Lorie!!
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!