Tomorrow I start my clinical trial. The Big Man is ready to go with me. We report at 8 o'clock and should finish around 5pm. I got my schedule via email earlier this week. The nurses actually fit in 20 minute bathroom breaks. The schedule reads "you may eat or go get fresh air now" in between scheduled tests, blood draws and drug infusions. Awesome! Then I get to go right on back on Friday morning for another full day.
Hopefully, everything will go smoothly and the side effects won't be too terrible.
I am a bit at a loss for words today. I just have my eyes on the prize. Since I am at a loss for words, which is quite the rare occurrence, I wanted to take this opportunity to lighten things up a bit here. I've noticed this blog is getting much too serious for my taste.
This is me 6 weeks after a mastectomy.
Now, I am not endorsing foolish behavior. That was foolish. And please don't tell my doctors. But no one got hurt and I felt damn good! Yes ma'am. I really truly know how to fall off a horse, or bull in this case, and just get right back up and try again. I did pretty darn well, thank you very much!
So tomorrow, I'm going to put on something cute, although probably not a skin tight dress, and I'm going to get right back up on the bull that is chemo and hang on for a little bit longer. Cancer has knocked me to the ground a few times, but it most certainly hasn't kept me from standing right back up and dusting myself off before trying again.
Have any of you ever ridden a bull? If not, I think everyone should try it at least once, but I would recommend wearing jeans!