I went to a new Dr yesterday.
It's actually somewhat embarrassing when he asks you about past surgeries and he has to correct you because you forgot a few.
I'm dumbfounded that the famous Boston hospital has not named a wing after me yet.
Or at least given me a parking space.
(I'm also shocked that the psych ward at said hospital hasn't knocked on my door questioning if I have munchausen syndrome due to my frequency of going under the knife. )
We are scheduled for an upcoming cruise vacation in a couple of months, and I cannot wait.
For many reasons (one being the obvious, I love to cruise. Okay maybe the more obvious is escaping to warmth)
but I also cannot wait because I unplug for a week and truly escape.
My last cruise was at a different time in my life.
One, where I wore a scarf. (You know, not the kind around your neck)
We had the cruise previously booked when I was diagnosed with cancer.
I wanted to hug my oncologist when he told me I could still go.
It was mid chemo.
What I didnt know at the time was how much I needed that escape- during that exact time.
Chemo sucks all around but I was convinced I had the attitude I needed to get through it.
I was ready to tackle it head on.
Until week three hit and I had to shave my head.
And then week 5 came and I didn't know what fatigue was until I couldn't muster putting one foot in front of the other.
So when week 8 came and it was time for the cruise- let's just say I practically ran aboard.
And sure I needed to nap more than usual
and I missed a few nighttime entertainment shows
but it was exactly the escape I needed.
The escape I needed to forget that I was cancer girl.
It has been two years since that cruise and although I know longer feel like cancer girl, I kind of hold the title at arms length.
Afraid of regaining it, yet knowing it also shaped me in ways that I'm okay with.
So yes my laundry list at a drs appointment may be longer than some
and maybe I forgot that I actually had three (not two ) revisions this time around
I realize I'm around to get to talk about it.
And that's pretty cool.
So cancer may have robbed me of a lot of crap but I learned this:
Life sucks
And then it's great
And then it sucks again
And then it's great one more time
Until it sucks some more
And becomes great
It's actually somewhat embarrassing when he asks you about past surgeries and he has to correct you because you forgot a few.
I'm dumbfounded that the famous Boston hospital has not named a wing after me yet.
Or at least given me a parking space.
(I'm also shocked that the psych ward at said hospital hasn't knocked on my door questioning if I have munchausen syndrome due to my frequency of going under the knife. )
We are scheduled for an upcoming cruise vacation in a couple of months, and I cannot wait.
For many reasons (one being the obvious, I love to cruise. Okay maybe the more obvious is escaping to warmth)
but I also cannot wait because I unplug for a week and truly escape.
My last cruise was at a different time in my life.
One, where I wore a scarf. (You know, not the kind around your neck)
We had the cruise previously booked when I was diagnosed with cancer.
I wanted to hug my oncologist when he told me I could still go.
It was mid chemo.
What I didnt know at the time was how much I needed that escape- during that exact time.
Chemo sucks all around but I was convinced I had the attitude I needed to get through it.
I was ready to tackle it head on.
Until week three hit and I had to shave my head.
And then week 5 came and I didn't know what fatigue was until I couldn't muster putting one foot in front of the other.
So when week 8 came and it was time for the cruise- let's just say I practically ran aboard.
And sure I needed to nap more than usual
and I missed a few nighttime entertainment shows
but it was exactly the escape I needed.
The escape I needed to forget that I was cancer girl.
It has been two years since that cruise and although I know longer feel like cancer girl, I kind of hold the title at arms length.
Afraid of regaining it, yet knowing it also shaped me in ways that I'm okay with.
So yes my laundry list at a drs appointment may be longer than some
and maybe I forgot that I actually had three (not two ) revisions this time around
I realize I'm around to get to talk about it.
And that's pretty cool.
So cancer may have robbed me of a lot of crap but I learned this:
Life sucks
And then it's great
And then it sucks again
And then it's great one more time
Until it sucks some more
And becomes great
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