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?