I spent the weekend pretending I don’t have MBC. It worked. Mostly. Except when I got tired or moved the wrong way or did my laundry or when I sat for too long or laid down for too long 🙂
I tried to remember what it was like, what I was like before I got diagnosed with this. And I can’t.
One of the things I remember the most was being really pissed off that I never got a real break away from my oncologist. I’m not sure why that’s important to me other than the fact that I feel like I’ve had cancer for forever and having a break from him would have meant a break from cancer.