Well damn it. Last night it dawned on me that my oncs office hadn't called to confirm my appt today. They always call. So, I started looking for my appt card: in my purse, in my billfold, in my makeup bag, in every compartment that zipped. Nothing. Next went to the car and looked in all the places I could have put the card. Nothing. Next, went to my closet and looked in all my pockets of any pants I would have worn, and every cotton knit jacket I would have worn (because it's always cold in there). Nothing. Got up this morning, got ready to go, but called the clinic first before we left. Nope, nothing scheduled, nothing scheduled at all this week. She didn't know what happened. Told me they would call me back. Didn't call for 4 hours, so I called them back. I am scheduled to see the doc tomorrow, and have chemo on Wednesday. Asked them to call me back and give me my ca125 number today. Said they would. That was two hours ago. So.......yes, I am pissed, and frustrated, and anxious.
Angry? Of course I'm angry. This disease (I'd like to purge the word cancer from both my body and mind). It robs you of your dreams, your, plans, your hopes. It leaves your future uncertain. And not just from me, but from my family as well. Well, disease, you will do what you're going to do with me, but LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE.
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