I am in some ways happy to report that last night I started taking Tamoxofin again and in others so regretful. The happiness comes from being committed to my plan to start back up when I felt the time was right and... well... do I even need to explain the regret? I have been off it it for over two months now so the time has come. The drug that can help save my life, made my days for a few weeks time, almost unbearable. Looking back, those few weeks were much more difficult than any of the chemo or surgeries. Crazy how that all happens! Luckily, now I know when my breaking point feels like and if it happens again, I will remove myself from that crazy, little, white, pesty pill.
Today I dad my first mammogram since July, which was slightly un-nerving for no other reason than the unknown that could possibly be revealed. Results will be in later this week and I will have visits with my medical team- oncologist, surgeon and radiologist. More to come...
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