Well It’s About Time

So I finally did it. I decided to opt into short-term disability at work. Mostly everyone I know said, “Well it’s about time.”  Of course there are those who still believe that because I don’t look sick, I’m perfectly fine. They. Just. Don’t. Get. It.

Now I need to take care of me. Especially the weeks before surgery. I need to pamper myself and be a little bit selfish. I need to say yes to people wanting to do things for me. I’m so used to being the in control, doing everything myself person that I need to take a step back and say whoa girlfriend. Time to slow down. My doctors and nursing staff agree wholeheartedly.

I’ll still run errands when I feel up to it. Chemo is a funny thing. Some days I feel pretty good. Usually in the morning hours. Afternoons and evenings I’m pretty worn out. These are the times to catch up on Netflix and reading and napping.

I need to be more like Zoe!

 I asked Erica (my oncologist) for a sleeping aid. Something that wouldn’t give me a hung over feeling. She prescribed me a teeny pill that she said little old ladies take. I thought ok. I can be a little old lady. Well. This pill is about as effective as an M&M. I just lay there in bed waiting and waiting and waiting. It didn’t happen. I tried Tylenol PM. Nothing. I should try straight Benedryl. It IS allergy season after all. They give me massive doses thru my port during chemo and that works great. Maybe now that I’m not working and I don’t have to set my alarm clock I can go for a stronger RX.

I wonder if I’ll be bored while on disability. 2 months off. It’s not like I can do any serious traveling. What a shame. I can’t do a lot of retail therapy either. Short-term disability means a shorter paycheck as well. So this means closet cleaning time. Booyah!

And so, I have one more session of the chemo spa. ONE MORE SESSION. Wow. Then I start a whole new phase of treatment. Progression is a wonderful thing.

7 down. 1 to go. Breast cancer, I’m kicking your ass!