Friday, April 30, 2004

...And it's not a Train

One more day of being hooked up to toxic chemicals...one more week of feeling wrong. I almost gag when thinking about it. It's a quasi-gag; perhaps more akin to a violent shudder. I don't actually feel worse than when starting, but I've had it up to HERE.

A week after the last treatment, I will be starting on Tamoxifen (which is usually taken for five years). The oncologist specifically told me not to look up any symptoms; he doesn't want me to psyche myself into suffering unnecessarily. Asking a librarian not to look something up is a little ridiculous. I didn't tell him that I had looked up information on the drug well over six months ago. It's a little late now.

I will be participating in Race for the Cure in June. On the off chance that somebody wants to be a (tax deduction alert!) sponsor, you can go here to contribute. I personally forked over a little extra money to participate (they're giving me three t-shirts: a Race for the Cure shirt, a Ford Race for the Cure shirt--ironic that I'm on the Ford team, since I have almost nothing but unpleasant memories of my own Ford vehicle--and a pink "survivor" shirt...I'm going to make out like a bandit). Please don't feel bad if you can't contribute or if you choose not to just now. Send some positive thoughts to those who need it (particularly those who aren't as lucky as I am); that's of great value also.

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