Appointments

Wow! Life sure gets busy when you are re-diagnosed with Breast Cancer. In the time since I was diagnosed I've been to see my GP, 2 surgeons, 1 plastic surgeon, 1 oncologist, and 1 radiologist. I've had an MRI, a bone scan and an ultrasound. I've also emptied my wallet at my Naturopath's and given more blood than I think my body actually holds. I need a break!

Funny, I was thinking I needed a break BEFORE all this started. In fact, our family was (AND STILL IS) planning to buy a boat and sail away for a few years. So this is where everyone gets a little pissed off. You see my husband is retiring in January, or is supposed to be. Of course if I don't have this Breast Cancer thing kicked by then, he won't be able to. I don't work. At least I don't pull in a whole lot of cash as I'm only just getting my nutrition business started. So this sickness thing has got everyone a little angry. In the past my sickness has been a running joke. I've always been sick, in one way or another. We even laughed when we were saying our vows when the "in sickness" part came up. I had broken my arm - shattered it actually - a year before. I used to hurt myself or need medical attention on a regular enough basis that we checked out where the hospital was when we moved to a town. But I've really tried to put all that behind me. I've steered clear of hospitals since my kids were born. You'd think 9 years hospital free would have some karma points saved up. Anyway, there is no way I'm going to let this mutated little cell screw with my plans for a life at sea. Bring on the juice. I'm headed to the Caribbean.