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Today was rather up and down. Up when the Tylenol was in play, down when it wore off. I’ve learned that my doctor friend’s advice of 600mg of ibuprofen is very effective in helping me sleep through the night.
I have an appointment to see the oncologist tomorrow at 11:00. I’m not sure why we’re meeting. I’ve sent him two faxes today with questions.
It turns out doctors don’t do email. So I do an end run. I send them faxes. I figure they are probably required by law to read what I send and file it in my file. I sent my oncologist two faxes today. It’s hard to remember all the questions I want to ask.
I’m feeling pretty well right now. Since it’s late in the day, I’m encouraged by that.
As an aside, I’m doing a little denial. I don’t use the “C†word for what I have. I refer to what I have my enemy. I anthropomorphize it. I see it as an enemy that I must not only defeat but completely vanquish. There can be only one loser here and I don’t plan on it being me. Sometimes I talk to it and not in a nice way. I tell it that it picked the wrong victim. I tell it that it has now idea what it got itself into. I tell it has two choices, leave or die.
Ok, I guess I’m feeling quite a bit better if I can go on like this.
Posted by The Vorlon at November 2, 2005 8:46 PMYou will never be alone. We are all in this fight together and we WILL SUCCEED. Trust us.
Posted by: Mother and Dad at November 3, 2005 8:59 AMSending the faxes to him is a great idea. It's difficult during the office visit to remember all of the questions you have.
Posted by: Reb Orrell at November 3, 2005 9:20 AM