Today I went to my friend Annie's house and delivered a care package. She had a lumpectemy about a month ago and will begin chemotherapy next week. I was glad to give her all the books that I bought on breast cancer, as well as wig care accutremants. I got her a card, and tchockes with breast cancer ribbons. I spent time talking her through her fears about chemo and losing her hair. It was time well spent.
I'll never forget the time I was sitting in a chemo chair and a woman getting follow-up care came in to sit next to me and hold my hand. She talked to me about her own breast cancer surgery, it was re-assuring. I know her cancer had to be more iffy than mine, since she came in to flush out her chemo port. For various reasons, they didn't want to take it out. Not a good thing. Yet she was positive and happy about everything. It gives you a feeling there is a way out of the dark tunnel.
Right now, I'm still running a low-grade fever. I got sick over the weekend. I wonder if this is still effects of the shingles. I've been popping the vitamins and adding hours of sleep. I hope that will finally do the trick. This is when I get discouraged. I don't want anything coming between me and that final surgery in December. I've had enough road bumps this year.
Anyway, being with Annie helped. Because everything she has before her, is now sitting behind in the past for me. That helps me look at the glass half full