Oncolological Visit and Blood Suck

Early morning blood suck. These ladies are a HOOT at the Cancer Center. I mean, I guess if you're stuck with sticking cancer victims with needles all day, you either need a great sense of humor, or a lot of drugs in you.

Luckily, I had a comedian. We've worked together previously on draining my body of blood. She's good... doesn't hurt, or maybe I'm just so used to it by now. No. She's good.  We got to talking about stuff, about medical jewelry (I have a cheap bracelet for now but am shopping for a fancy one and she showed me her necklace... said she never takes it off other than for MRI's). So I'm thinking, I should get a fantabulous necklace to never take off except for MRI's. They're expensive but - if anything should happen- I want it to be on, and I want to know that it's not going to break, or turn my neck green, or look stupid. Yeah. Even if I'm unconscious. I need to be cute.

I considered joking with hubby about getting me one for our anniversary (Monday - what the hell should I get him???) but that's so unromantic. "Happy First Anniversary! To celebrate the fact that you were diagnosed with cancer a month after our wedding, I got you a Limb Alert Medical Necklace!!!"  Yeah. Sexy...

Anyhoo, onto the Oncologist part. She could NOT believe that I lost weight on my Tamoxislim! I told her I call it my diet pill when I take it. And that I have been working crazy hard to keep my weight under control on this crap. She said she wished I could talk to her patients about this, the others on Tamoxifat. They ALL gain weight and are pissed. All but me. I'm pretty stubborn about a few things. My weight, my skin, and my happiness. I should add "Deleting Cancer From My Life" to that list, but I keep hoping that it will happen. Because I'm doing so much shit. Add warm lemon water in the mornings, and I have this Essiac tea on it's way. I can't stomach the baking soda water, it's way too vomitous to do on a regular basis, so I can change my blood chemistry this way.

My joint supplements seem to be helping at the moment. Fingers crossed that it continues, and that by crossing my fingers I don't make it worse!

As we left the Cancer Center, we saw our Radiologist in the street and for some insane reason both broke into a run and started screaming shit about the fact that he didn't burn me enough. Hah. Had a nice chatsky in the street, hubby complimented him on his "new office space" (our meeting under scaffolding) and we parted ways. He did call me later after looking at the pathology report, but when I called him back there was no answer. No news is good news! Um, not really. But, denial ROCKS!