Drove almost 80 miles round trip in crawling rush-hour traffic yesterday to meet with another radiation oncologist and get a second opinion. When I got home, I was so tense, my shoulders were up around my ears.
I wish I drank, or smoked pot. Cancer logistics are a lot of stress. (But then, so was my recent ER adventure.)
Hang in there kiddo.
Hang in there, medical shit is a pain. I went through some hospital time last year, and I know it’s not funny.
Stiff-upper lip, and whatnot.
Thanks, too, for the music. Re-used a post on my blog this afternoon.
Take care.