I have to admit, I really DON'T want to do chemo again.
(UPDATE: This is preventative chemo - I have to do it once a week for four weeks every six months for two years after my original chemo. June/December 2009 & June/December 2010)
There is something to be said for being blissfully ignorant, and I am not (ignorant) anymore about what is coming.
I am feeling really good. It is going to be the Christmas holidays and school holidays. I have a lot I would like to do and enjoy.
And what do I get to do? Go get pumped full of medicine that is going to make me feel sick and tired.
I actually had a king-sized meltdown in front of my husband. Like a two-year-old, I told him I hadn't made my appointments yet "because I don't want to . . ."
Thankfully, for both of us, the last time I had a meltdown was over a year ago and related to the cancer, as well.
So, I'm steeling myself to make the call (still haven't) and considering booking a padded room as well.
Remembering His Promises
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