Take boiled lobster and you've got a good idea of how angry red my chest is. Crispy red. What's red?
Like an apple.
Like a tomato.
Like a heart.
Like a National baseball cap.
Like a red sharpie marker.
Like a fire engine.
Red. I've decided the color will be named Hot Magenta. Hot Magenta was Stef's favorite color when she was three. She called it "Homagenttttta" and then would crack up laughing. I'm not laughing though.
Doubling up on the pain patch with the Docs blessing. Which means I won't be able to drive so I'm back to square one where I was in September. 9 more treatments to go plus Pain Patch x 2. I'm living the high life here, literally.
3 comments:
Step 1: grab tape recorder
Step 2: rant about the gila copter and the trembling earbulb
Step 3: ???
Step 4: profit
Drugs. They're fun.
This morning, I've found that my hip and back pain is under control but the boob pain is the same.
Baby steps.
9 more to go...
:)
I am so sorry that this whole cancer ordeal just won't give you a break just when you were almost done. You said you were getting a blood test for the bone pain-did they say what they were looking for? Can't wait for my own lobster breast next week-I'm right now in between the assaults on my body.
So unfair that you have to suffer so much. Wish I could make it all go away...
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