sunday….

Another wonderful weekend is drawing to a close.  Bummer.  This week starts the fun of radiation – as far as the set-up of it all goes at a minimum (don’t know if they start treatment this week or not).  Then seven weeks.  Then five years of tamoxifen.

I worked on my photography this weekend.  It’s good for my head.  I also prepared photos for a local show – I figure if I sell any, it can go towards the costs of the seven weeks of upcoming fun, or my car inspection which is also nigh.

Seriously though, I had an awesome weekend with my sweet man.  Normalcy.  Sigh…. I love it and him.  

One tiny wrinkle in this weekend was the deer tick I found crawling up my leg Saturday. Teeny weeny little bastard.  I wasn’t bitten that I know of, but boy get a little breast cancer and you sure get neurotic about other stuff.  I keep checking for bull’s-eyes or bites – nothing.  I hope it stays nothing.  You see, some of my friends and I know a woman who had viral encephalitis a few years after having non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma and surviving that. So yeah, I worry.

Did I mention I slept until 11 a.m. this morning? Yep, I finally tired myself out – haven’t slept that late in literally years.  And I slept deeply because although I don’t really remember my dreams precisely, I remember the bits and pieces and they were crazy.

Big deep breaths are in order for me this week.  I am a little antsy about starting treatment.

Good night all.

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About carla

Writer, blogger, photographer, breast cancer survivor. I write about whatever strikes my fancy as I meander through life.
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