I’m starting radiation treatments next week.  A month after radiation treatment I am supposed to start hormone suppressant therapy – specifically Anastrozole. I’ve been reading up about this drug and I’m very worried about it. For one thing, it can affect your mood.  I’m assuming since this is listed as a side effect, they don’t…

I went in for my face-to-face in preparation for radiation treatment.  My oncologist told me that there are BMI restrictions regarding the equipment.  Of course, she didn’t know what they were (thanks a butt load doc) – but she would give the radiologist a head’s up about my concerns.  Well, the oncologist never mentioned the…

Yes.  I have a couple DVDs of Richard Simmons’ Sweating to the Oldies series. Yes, that’s how old this fat old lady is. Yes, they are cheesy as fuck.  But I keep dragging ol’ Richard out because it’s the only exercise routine that I actually enjoy.  The illusion that I am actually dancing – or…

So how do I convince Kaiser of this? Once again, I am faced with knowing that my psychiatrist left Kaiser (months ago) and nobody told me.  Nobody told me even after I sent a message to her about my prescriptions and my concerns about dealing with my breast cancer diagnosis.  WTSF Kaiser? This is not…

I am still knee deep (at least) in Supernatural (my God (TIDBI) how many episodes did they make?).  I did sneak in one episode of the returning Kominsky Method.  I was farting around with YouTube and noticed one of their free (with ads) movies is Moonstruck.  Yes, that incredibly cheesy, totally overacted (except for the…

Since childhood Stephanie Muehlberger liked to draw “strange males and mythical creatures”.  She said she could listen better while drawing faces.  I believe her, because I was the same way.  Filling page after page of drawings of my girls and women while the teacher droned on, yet somehow absorbing it all. She left art for…

You may have noticed that lately I’ve been on a little bit of a baking kick.  I find baking to be a pain in the butt but soothing too.  Wait – no.  I’m not saying that pains in the butt are also soothing (and whether or not this is the voice of experience, is none…

Friday, I have my first “meeting” with the oncology radiologist.  Another video appointment.  And I just read the brochure for Kaiser’s Cancer Treatment Center and it seems I have this appointment and then at least 2 more in-person appointments before I actually start treatment.  And the fucking cherry on top of my cancer treatment sundae? …

Not the “ta-dah” kind of spectacles.  The kind of spectacles that sit on your nose. Some people have to wear them to actually see.  Some people don’t need them at all. Then there’s me.  I’m mostly farsighted and need my glasses for reading; but I don’t really need them to perform.  So whether or not…

Doctor appointments and medical stuff. I feel like that is all my life is about anymore.  My dance card (and calendar) is full. Feel free to ignore this spate of self-indulgence. I know I am hella-lucky; but I am taking this moment to be a petulant fat old lady.