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.
