the day after

People, I have got nothing.  I am tired.  I am going to try to recharge my batteries for a couple of days and then back to the oncologist for the Tamoxifen chat.

I can’t believe I won’t be seeing the inside of the hospital this morning.

My mind is sort of an empty buzz today – can’t articulate it better than that.  I have so many things to do and just don’t have the umpfhh to get up and go.  I have to take time to zone and snooze.

I think my mother seeing me at radiation yesterday even for the last one was really hard on her.  Maybe I should have not had her there, but she wanted to be there. I don’t know what is right and wrong.

Yesterday as I plopped up on Facebook I was finished radiation, a friend of mine plopped up on Facebook she was engaged – endings and beginnings, beginnings and endings.

What a trip it’s been since the diagnosis, huh?  And the journey is just beginning. (What you thought you would be rid of me?  I have five years of Tamoxifen to complain about.)

The ladies of the Driving Miss Daisy List hope that we will start a buddy support revolution for breast cancer, and also wondered about starting something where women just made arrangements with hospitals to just have women there in the radiation and chemo lounge waiting rooms to just be with people.   And I am not talking about the clowns, either.  No offense, because those ladies are nice, but I did not like clowns as a kid and while I never minded a chat, a clown and loud colors and forced hap-hap-happy is not what some patients going through treatment can handle.  Some times all you want is a hug.

Anyway, more to think about.

Right now I need to chill.  Then I can worry about the rest of my life….




About carla

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