Flipping Out

I DO love the show, but I'm referring to the conversation I had with my sister the other day. I keep saying (and feeling) that I'm doing very well, not letting this shit get me down much...but I said "I guess I could flip right the fuck out any minute though!" so to that she responds "hmmm..."

I don't think I will. Not even when the hair starts falling out in clumps and I have to buzz it all off. My Frankentitty isn't freaking me out so I doubt the hair loss will.

I'm not looking forward to the chemo and radition except for the fact that it *might* keep the cancer from returning. I've heard plenty of horror stories and then again talked to ladies in the waiting room at MD Anderson who are Wig Wearers and they've told me it's really not all that bad. That they get tired a few days after treatment but then start feeling better after a week or so.

It's different for everyone plus it depends on the formula. It looks like I'll be taking large doses because my cancer was so far along.

I've been eating much healthier foods (except for the dozen chocolates I inhaled today) and getting plenty of rest. I still tire easily so I'm not back 100% yet and I know the chemo isn't going to help either.

What I think most about all of this is that it's a nuisance, very inconvenient but it's only a year or so out of my life to hopefully save me for a while and best case is remission for many many years. That's my hope.

That's it for now...back to cleaning!

Thanks for reading :~D