I met with the radiation oncologist this afternoon. I signed the release form. I have my simulation on May 1. I’m not happy. I cried during a lot of the consultation. My boyfriend went with me, which made it better. I’m glad I didn’t go alone.
Whatever. I’m done thinking about it for now. I have to cancel my surgery on the 14th. I’ll probably cry again when I call to tell them.
I came home, ate like five cookies, and finished GoT. Now I’m going to take a nap instead of going to the gym, because I think I deserve a day of doing whatever the fuck I want. Plus, my legs still really hurt from chemo.
Tonight is date night, so at least there’s that.
Why do I feel like I signed my life away?