Let me start off by saying the obvious ...cancer sucks.
Generally a happy go lucky type..however with Breast cancer came a tad more witty come backs and a dry, confidently sarcastic sense of humor. I've had my fair share of doctor's an nurse's that got their medical degrees out of a Kelloggs box. You see, I was Last week's pin cushion at the local hospital. Knew I should of brang mum's biscuit tin..And possibly a thimble that extended the full lenght of my arm.
We will give you every thing available to your type and location of cancer. Over 400 trials and they come up with, Chemotherapy, radiation and hormone therapy pills?! .. I'll take my chances...give me the pills.. because everyone I've ever seen on chemotherapy looks like the life is sucked from them rather than given too..a slow death with loss of quality of life. To be honest with you I'm scared about my choice..I mean this could backfire..but also..I'm exusted...no ever talks about how the cancer by its self without these harsh treatments and cytotoxic agents sucks the life from you.
A normal trip to the shops and I get puffed. I feel sick every morning in the guts and the hormone therapy pills make me hot enough to spontaneously combust so I live in the air conditioning..am tottaly over it. Who ever I date next in the lesbian world, you won't need a bbq just use my back, don't mind the hair in your food tho, just another benefit of being hormonal.
On the up side surgery went really well..but i woke up agitated, really agitated . Screw the friends and family who never check in to see if I'm ok. I have a new kitten and we sleep eat and pee together, also she is cute.
