I love the original movie Hairspray. Love it. Divine was divine. This is my favorite line, “my diet pill is wearing off” and it’s even more so now. I am so over cancer and I hope that cancer is over me because my diet pill is wearing off. I’ve had it with all the doctor appointments, research, the all-consuming nature of cancer, being a patient (patience was never my strong suit), being apart from Libby, medication, radiation, chemo and surgery. Gou le/enough!
I’ve got one more surgery next Friday, 19th. All the lady parts have to come out. After that, with the exception of Herceptin infusions every three weeks until the end of April, I am done. You hear me? Done! At least that’s what I’m planning on, though what I’ve been grappling with lately is that the next two years are crucial. The frigging cancer could come back. When I started this process I had it in my mind that once I was finished with all this it would be over. That may not necessarily be true, but I am going to do everything in my power to make it so, make sure there’s no recurrence.
I’m asking for your collective energy to help me will myself to complete health, to help me make sure I stay cancer free. Please, lay it on me. I’ve got nothin’ but hampers of ironing to do.
Thanks for reading, and remember, don’t trust those mammograms.