I had an appointment with my cancer oncologist today.  He was running behind as usual and I waited for 40 minutes.  I ended up sitting beside this little old lady that talked incessantly.   I know it was nerves on her part.  She was there alone and this was her first chemo treatment but her second bout with cancer.  I just kept saying uh huh which seemed to keep her happy.  I personally, was not in a talkative mood.
He did a cursory check of my chest and lymph nodes.  I’m all good.  He asked how it was all going and I told him about the night sweats and weight gain.  He asked how I would feel about living with it all for another 6 months.  oh happy day 😦  I just told him I catch up on my sleep on the weekends.  He may put me on a different hormone blocker in a year.  Hopefully it will allow me to sleep for longer than I am right now.  Waking up at 4 or 5 because I’m soaking wet and freezing cold really sucks.
I was in tears by the time I got to the reception desk to make my next appointment.  For June of next year.  I’m not sure why it’s still so traumatic. I was shaking sitting there waiting for my appointment, and one really odd thing is my right hand started aching like it did while they were feeding me the chemo drugs.  There was a time when I was in the middle of chemo when I wished my brain worked properly.  Going back there today, I wish it still didn’t.