My head feels like I am wearing a too-tight knit cap. I keep reaching to take it off. it's really annoying. I finally got up and ate something. So far so good. Nothing appeals to me. My eyesight is blurred. No amount of adjusting my glasses helps. I am weak and dizzy when I sit up, yet I am so sick of lying down.
This is the part where I tell myself I never want to do this again, there must be some other way, etc like I did last time. I know, I know now that I can do it - still, I wonder again WHY I am doing it if the cancer is gone? I read today that there is a "much gentler" treatment for BC and the one I am only offers 1.5% better statistics? I think at this point I would give up that 1.5 % for a healthy me NOW. Maybe that's just the medical rebel in me. I'm tired of just taking the doctor's word for it. I still don't entirely trust doctors. I would love a second opinion but IS there a doctor I can trust? So I trudge onward. It's all a gamble, right? I mean, life itself is a gamble. God knows the number of my days, and He also knows how they will end. I wish He would give me a clear sign about all of this.
I really wish they could make it so you go to sleep until this part is over with.
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