Progress

 

Every minute, somewhere in the world, a woman dies from breast cancer. That's more than 1,400 women every day. A man's lifetime risk of breast cancer is about 1 in 1,000. Each year, it's expected that about 2,670 men will be diagnosed with breast cancer in the US, and about 500 will die.

It was a nice week.  Sunday I got to go out with friends some of whom (although they live within minutes of me) I have not seen since the pandemic began. One was visiting from Texas and I can't even remember the last time I saw her.  Considering how down I was for the majority of last week Sunday was emotional.  It was also very needed.  I needed to dig myself out and get myself back on a postive track.  So Tuesday I went and had my hair colored.  Purple! Not a lot, just on the long parts on the front but I love it and it is amazing just how much better I felt about myself.  When I got home, the hospital called about setting up my virtual simultation for Thursday and let me know my treatments would begin on Monday the 26th.

I had a gastrologist appointment on Wednesday and got set up for my necessary "old people" tests.  Let's hope that goes better than the mammogram went.

The Virtual sim on Thursday went well and we are a go to start rteatment on Monday.  Twenty doses, Five days a week for 4 weeks.  My last one should be on August 20. 

In the taking back my life and attitude department, I am making plans to attend a stitchers retreat and the Immersive Van Gogh event in Columbus in November.

This other stuff is a bump in the road right?