As I am going through some mild depression, I changed my shrink hosting site and I moved to a new blog chair with a different focus–not all about cancer. Come visit me at my couch 36HourWorkWeek.
Twelve flight of stairs. I did twelve flight of stairs to my appointment with my oncologist. Today is my first appointment without lab work, so I did not get to visit the vampire (phlebotomist). My blood tests have been all normal for more than a year now that my doctor thinks, this time, we’ll skip it.
My chemo brain is not bad anymore. Of course, I rely heavily on my planner–both on hard book and digital, plus my online calendar. They help me prioritize with my scatter brain and remind me of tasks to do that helps with my forgetfulness.
Guess what? I feel brave enough too to go back to school–online. Tomorrow is my first day. If lucky, in four years, I will earn my Master’s Degree in Nursing. Wish me luck.
I am the first one here in the waiting room. Now I wait to see my doctor. I am half an hour early. I know I will pass this exam with flying colors.
Do you know that parsley is so easy to grow from seeds? I learned it from my first year of gardening. It grows abundantly in my north-facing backyard. It looks good too in my 6-inch raised bed in the porch although not as pretty-blossom-happy as the ones in the back yard. Continue reading
I have nothing bad to say, about my breast cancer, that is. I remain in remission. No new news is good news, right? I am a one lucky ex breast cancer ee, haha.
As I plunge myself in the big old chair in my backyard (not as big as the one pictured above), typing awkwardly with my Kindle to write this post, I look up once in a while in front of me to my vegetable garden. The crops on my first year of planting continue to please my eyes and appetite for cancer fighting foods. I have an ongoing supply of salad greens, squash, beets, carrots, and cucumbers. Some corn, okra, cantaloupe, and pumpkins are coming. Even the raspberries that are not supposed to bear fruit until next year bring berries to my table every few days. Now, if only my teens are as easy to raise as it is to care for my garden, I’d be in paradise.
I go to my next four-month oncologist follow up in September. I am sure , I will pass that with flying colors.
I am going back in the house with a basket full of swiss chard, cucumber, and lettuce. Green smoothie, Anyone?