Countdown: Eight!

So, the word is that two weeks from today the area under my breast will be all healed up, and the area under my arm nearly so. Because we are not treating any of those spots any more. Further, we're not going to be treating the new spot long enough to cause any major skin breakdown. And I have enough goop to last through the end of treatment.

"The end of treatment." What a concept!

Today was not a wonderful day, but the lack of wonderfulness had nothing to do with the cancer. As most who know me know all too well, I am clumsy to the point of being a danger to myself and others. And today... well, let's just say that a sudden spurt in the fruit-fly population will come as no surprise, and I'm not sure the situation can be resolved. And all because when I drop things I'm trying to cook with they often bounce off my shoes.

As The Bravest Man Alive has cause to say far, far too often, it's a very good thing my parents didn't name me Grace.

Things I Wish They'd Told Me will be addressed tomorrow.