Monday, Monday

Once again, I have not posted in a few days because there’s nothing new going on. Tomorrow, I’ll get my tattoos that will show the radiologist where to aim the zapper next week. I’m not looking forward to that—did y’all know that they use NEEDLES to tattoo people?? Ouch.

More ouch: In the beginning, LOTS of people came to me with good stories of cancer and chemo, which I appreciated very much. All were stories of successful treatments, and long survivals, which kept me hopeful for my own success. (Yes, it’s all about me.) I have noticed that this time, however, there are NO stories of chemo and radiation coming my way. I don’t know if people have shared all they have, or if they know stuff that they’d rather not share because it may not be as encouraging. My doctors told me that this will be different from just chemo; and that I may get (that’s doctorspeak for “get ready for”) a very sore throat, may have trouble swallowing, may not want to eat because of the first 2 things, and suck it up, you big sissy, and eat anyway.

Speaking of eating, I had a wonderful friend bring dinner to me on Friday night. The dinner was everything it was touted to be; tasty and plentiful. But the BEST thing was the compliment I got as the delivery was made. Thank you C., I’ll float on that for weeks. Apparently, blondes really do have more fun, and if I EVER get hair again, I’m gonna color it blonde. (Wait about 6 months, then invest in stock in Clairol. And if this counts as insider trading, then I’m just kidding.)

I feel like this is the calm before yet another storm, and I’m getting ready. I can feel everyone else getting ready, too, to help me with whatever I need to get through this next phase. I don’t know exactly what to expect, but I know I can count on all of you to pull me up and carry me if I can’t carry myself. That, in itself, is calming. Thanks for being here.  ¶ 3:10 PM