9.30.2009

Latest/Greatest:

  • Thanks to therapy, I have identified and am working through not one, not two, but at least THREE separate identity crises. I always have been something of a misdirected overachiever.
  • I think I know what I want to be when I grown up, but I have to make a concerted effort to get off my ass to do something about it.
  • It seems as though my various side-effects are easing somewhat, just in time for cooler temps. Keep hope alive.
  • There is this delightful, grown-up, verbal, lovely, occasionally exhausting and often hilarious creature living in my house. I honestly have no idea where she came from.
Ribbons, ribbons everywhere and not a one's not pink...

9.03.2009

A More Straightforward Scan

Remember the bullshit of my last CT scan? Where the radiologist tried to read my films with their head up their ass? Well, I wish I could say it didn't happen again this time, because it did, BUT I can say that my ever-stellar oncologist caught their mistake before it did any damage, with the upshot being that my 1 year [since the end of chemo] scan came back CLEAR! HOORAY!

One tip to all of my fellow scanxiety peeps: one Lorazepam is just the trick to keep the tailspin at bay.