Day 19 of Radiation

Sheesh!  Enough already.

I still have four more days of radiation to go... 

At this point my left breast is a sad puppy: bright pink and droopy and tender.  When I brush against or bump into something, it reminds me of being  a nursing mother and having to drive home from a days's work with tender cement blocks on my front, overfilled with milk.

I want to tell the radiation folks, "Thanks---this will be enough for me." 

Oh well, I guess dropping out is not allowed.

My energy level is low but I keep bumbling around trying to do things instead of just resting.  As a result, things take longer and the choices I make are not as good.  Short circuits in the frontal temporal lobe.

The good news: I hope to start the drive to Colorado on Aug. 1.

Also on that day I start taking Arimidex, one a day for the next five years.

Yippee, I'm on The Pill again.  Not.

At least I don't have to do chemo therapy.