I woke up this morning thinking it was Monday, and immediately went into a panicked spin. I didn't want it to be Monday. Not yet. Once I turned the TV on & saw 'Meet The Press', well, of course that meant it was Sunday. What relief.
Tuesday, the 27th, I start my first regiment of Chemotherapy.
I'm hoping this blog will help me through this new adventure, because I don't know what to do with my thoughts as I think them. Outwardly, I've been stoic. Inwardly, I'm a mess. Is it possible to be a stoic mess? Or a messy stoic?
I recently was diagnosed with breast cancer. It's grown to about the size of a baseball, & the doctors wonder if there isn't cancer elsewhere. This past Friday, my oncologist sent me in for an Echo, CT Scan, & a Bone Scan. I suppose I'll learn something new from these tests this week.
So here I am, late Sunday night, & unsure of what to write. I don't like being the center of attention. I'm the one who prefers to sit in the background quietly soaking it all in.
Maybe all I need to do is get this initial post out of the way, & the next one will be easier.
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