• Holding the line

    There are no changes on the blood front, which is decent news. Part of me would like the hairy cells to get busy so I can do the chemotherapy and get it over with already.

    But if I think really hard, I can remember what it was like last time.

    Most of me is good with putting it off. The cure is much worse than the disease.

  • My mastery of the obvious wanes

    Common sense struck fourteen hours too late today.

    You should know this already, but if not, take this opportunity to learn from others’ mistakes.

    How did I become an other? Oh woe is me! Am I the mother of all others?

    If there’s any chance a doctor’s appointment may cause worry, for God’s sake people, take the morning appointment!

    How it fits into your work schedule should be WAY down on your list of priorities, unless for some reason missing time at work will cause more anxiety than the long wait. In that case, you have no alternative. Take two happy pills and call me in the afternoon (if you’re a little too mellow to drive).

  • Ready or not

    I was mentally prepared for my doctor’s appointment on Friday. By prepared I mean it was sufficiently far off in the future I hadn’t thought about it.

    His office called me this afternoon, asking if they could bump it up to tomorrow.

    No, I’m not ready.

    “Yeah, that’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”

    Ugh.

    So tomorrow it is. Another date with my oncologist. There’s no reason to worry.

    But that doesn’t mean I won’t.