Riding High
What a crazy week it's been! I'm excited, exhausted and surrounded by cardboard boxes. Where to start...
Yesterday, I had my regular three-month follow-up appointment with my oncologist. I got a good report and I'll go back to see him again in three months. It's time to do my mammogram again, so as soon as I get sorted out in Winchester, I'll set that up. I continued my campaign to have tamoxifen declared the most evil drug ever, but was not successful. This time, at least. He did take me off of the medicine he had put me on to help with the side effects because it was causing more problems than it was solving, but the current solution to the fatigue problem is basically suck it up and deal with it. And learn to like coffee. I've been doing okay with that this week, I think because I'm riding the wave of excitement, so we'll see what happens. I can call next week to get my tumor marker score, but I'm so happy right now, I might just skip it. I know I'll worry if it's gone up even a tenth of a point, so might as well ignore it unless the doctor calls to tell me something is wrong.
Yesterday was also my last day at WICT. It was a little sad to pack up the office I've spent the last five years in and say goodbye to my friends. A lot of people, both inside and outside of the organization, said some really nice things about my work and how I'll be missed, so that's always nice to hear.
Several months ago, someone posted the link to a writing contest for breast cancer survivors in the comments section. I wrote an essay about losing my hair and submitted it around Christmas. I was notified this week that I'm one of 100 semifinalists. The winning essay will be published in October's Redbook and also in a special edition of Cup of Comfort for Breast Cancer Survivors. They'll also select 40-50 of the semifinal essays for inclusion in the book. Yet one more thing to be excited about in an already exciting week.
Kristen and Jackson have been keeping a close eye on the work on my house and I was excited to hear that the roof trusses had been put up this week. Here are a couple of pics of the progress. The one of taken from a distance was taken from Kristen's kitchen window, so you can get an idea of how close we'll be.
I've spent the weekend staring at cardboard boxes and trying to figure out what goes where. I don't deal well with chaos, and since that's the only word that can describe my apartment right now, well, I've been trying to impose some sort of order on the whole mess. Clothes and things I need will start going to Woodstock this week. On Tuesday, a woman from the moving company is coming to survey the damage and see how many men, how big a truck, etc. it'll take to get me out of here. And since they'll pack things up for me, I've stopped my packing efforts and will let them deal with that. Once I'm in Woodstock, I won't have to look at the mess anymore.
Other than that, I'm filling out paperwork and trying to decide what to wear to my first day of work on Monday. I attend an orientation session all morning and then meet my new team in the afternoon. I don't know what Tuesday has in store for me, or even where I'll be, but I'll try to check in and let you know how my first day went. Have a great weekend!
Yesterday, I had my regular three-month follow-up appointment with my oncologist. I got a good report and I'll go back to see him again in three months. It's time to do my mammogram again, so as soon as I get sorted out in Winchester, I'll set that up. I continued my campaign to have tamoxifen declared the most evil drug ever, but was not successful. This time, at least. He did take me off of the medicine he had put me on to help with the side effects because it was causing more problems than it was solving, but the current solution to the fatigue problem is basically suck it up and deal with it. And learn to like coffee. I've been doing okay with that this week, I think because I'm riding the wave of excitement, so we'll see what happens. I can call next week to get my tumor marker score, but I'm so happy right now, I might just skip it. I know I'll worry if it's gone up even a tenth of a point, so might as well ignore it unless the doctor calls to tell me something is wrong.
Yesterday was also my last day at WICT. It was a little sad to pack up the office I've spent the last five years in and say goodbye to my friends. A lot of people, both inside and outside of the organization, said some really nice things about my work and how I'll be missed, so that's always nice to hear.
Several months ago, someone posted the link to a writing contest for breast cancer survivors in the comments section. I wrote an essay about losing my hair and submitted it around Christmas. I was notified this week that I'm one of 100 semifinalists. The winning essay will be published in October's Redbook and also in a special edition of Cup of Comfort for Breast Cancer Survivors. They'll also select 40-50 of the semifinal essays for inclusion in the book. Yet one more thing to be excited about in an already exciting week.
Kristen and Jackson have been keeping a close eye on the work on my house and I was excited to hear that the roof trusses had been put up this week. Here are a couple of pics of the progress. The one of taken from a distance was taken from Kristen's kitchen window, so you can get an idea of how close we'll be.
I've spent the weekend staring at cardboard boxes and trying to figure out what goes where. I don't deal well with chaos, and since that's the only word that can describe my apartment right now, well, I've been trying to impose some sort of order on the whole mess. Clothes and things I need will start going to Woodstock this week. On Tuesday, a woman from the moving company is coming to survey the damage and see how many men, how big a truck, etc. it'll take to get me out of here. And since they'll pack things up for me, I've stopped my packing efforts and will let them deal with that. Once I'm in Woodstock, I won't have to look at the mess anymore.
Other than that, I'm filling out paperwork and trying to decide what to wear to my first day of work on Monday. I attend an orientation session all morning and then meet my new team in the afternoon. I don't know what Tuesday has in store for me, or even where I'll be, but I'll try to check in and let you know how my first day went. Have a great weekend!
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