breathe….

Well I am discovering that Tamoxifen does seem to affect my moods.  I seem to be feeling things at a more elevated level as this drug that will live in me for five years settles in. 

Stress seems to ramp up under certain triggers, taking a new form for me: feeling anxious at times even when I know I shouldn’t be.  I also feel the irritation meter occasionally going up when it shouldn’t.

Not that I don’t have times right now when I shouldn’t legitimately feel bitchy, mind you.

And the hot flashes?  Very brief, but they are definitely back.   They are as I experienced them  during radiation.  They feel so bizarre.

And I am craving Nutella.  Yes,  Nutella.   LOL

Of course, I think I need to learn to relax.   Relaxing is not the easiest thing for me. 

I need to learn how to just breathe…..

I have been told by a couple of women I know on Tamoxifen that some of this stuff subsides as your body adjusts to the drug.

But I am alive.  Alive is worth some minor inconveniences, is it not?

Today’s photo is Oogy.  I photographed this amazing dog on Friday night.  His story is a true inspiration. 

 A minor post-script off on a slight tangent?  As you enter the sanctity of the election booth tomorrow in this off-year election, remember….the herd needs culling.

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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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