Last Friday at my doctor's appointment, Dr. Eaton told me to continue taking my Tarceva for one more month for a couple of reasons. One, so they could see how much my lungs changed after a one month scan and also, so I could gather my thoughts about what he had just told me. Since then, I've acted tough, fearless and funny, but tonight I thought I would really try to "digest" it. I don't like the taste of it. It's bitter. It's too big to swallow. It keeps coming back up. I've decided denial is covered in dark chocolate and goes down better. So we'll talk about this some other time. Like, 10 years from now.
At work I'm taking 1 step forward and 2 steps back. Isn't that a Paula Abdul song? Though I'm no further ahead then I was on Monday, I love being there. And...they love me too! I think.
It's 11:11 and I'm still wide awake. I think I'll go watch a little TIVO. That always puts me to sleep.
Hugs and Dreams,
Dor
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We do love you.
I thought it was very appropriate that you were mistaken for a counselor yesterday!
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