I haven’t gone anywhere. I’ve just been getting used to a new way of living. Before that, I was saying goodbye to an old life.
Making my own wishes come true
StandardIn 5 seconds, I went from slow-blink-shut-out-the-world-so-I-can-compute-this disappointment, to frowning anger, to “oh wait, but then…” to a smile of realisation. You would’ve been amused to see the transition.
Recession time
StandardWith gritted teeth (reluctance, not determination), I restarted the hormone blocker this week.
A little wake-up call
StandardI’m well enough these days. I’ve been off the drugs for 7 months now and have been making the most of building my system back up. A month ago, I visited the oncologist.
Marooned
StandardI feel like I’ve missed the cruise ship I was on.
It’s Been Ages
StandardYes, nothing like shillshallying through the galaxy that is my mind, sputtering into activity half the time and free-floating the rest.
Faslodex #3
Standard2 days ago, I had my 3rd jab of this new drug. I haven’t felt any dramatic side effects. However, there have been some creepy changes.
Faslodex #1
StandardI was antsy when medical aid hadn’t approved these new meds after two weeks. I couldn’t influence the process at all so I decided to let it go. Whether I’d be getting the meds or not, I’d be okay.
Showing Up
StandardI’ve had a rough year. I feel stupid saying that because it’s not nearly as bad as others so maybe I’ll leave it at: it hasn’t been easy. The thing is, I hadn’t realised it was tough at the time.
Walking My Talk
StandardA momentous day as I put my erm… chemo port where my mouth is and spat it out, never to see chemo again.