All the nurses at the cancer center loved my dress.
The injections (Faslodex) are done. I get two: one in each ass cheek. They were given simultaneously by two nurses. It hurt more than I anticipated, but I’m a tough bitch so it was fine. One of the nurses was like, “Damn, she didn’t even flinch.” That’s the silver lining of chronic pain, friends.
Eventually, I’ll be starting a bone strengthener, Zometa, which is also an injection.
Next up: start taking these babies right here –
This is the oral chemo. One per day, at the same time, with a meal. Apparently it’s very important that it’s taken with food. I’ve decided to take mine with dinner, since that’s the only meal I consistently eat.
I slept hardly at all last night, and woke up early, so I’m currently in bed, ready for napping. I had a dream that I had Covid-19. I woke up sweaty and startled.
It was weird being out of the house today. I stayed as far away from people as I could, but I’m still super paranoid. I’m happy that I don’t have to leave the house again until Monday afternoon (for rads). D is going to go to the store later to pick up some stuff. Friday Night Dinner Date is still a go. Tonight we’re making steak and broccoli cheese rice bake. I might wear a formal dress…just because.
Thank you to everyone who has sent messages of love and support today. ❤️💙