While I clearly went back to work much too soon—holy mother of pearl, the late afternoon fatigue and pain were startling—am happy to report that news on my prognosis is nothing but very, very good.
Met with my oncologist last Monday for a 3-month checkup. All looks good. Come back next quarter for another look-see. No further tests or scans or blood draws recommended.
So….that’s it? Our relief was palpable.
And, honestly, a little unsettling: I was not prepared for the onslaught of emotion that came afterward. Is it over? Are they sure? (Of course they’re not: a daily dose of tamoxifen for 5 years says they are not sure.)
Why are the tears so quick now, unlike before?
Is it okay that I still think this whole thing is a raw deal, even though I know it could have been much, much worse? Like it was for friends and family who aren’t here anymore? And the dears who are here but are facing much worse?
Can’t even address the mind/body trick that is having a hysterectomy that was not of my choosing.
Apologies but I’m more than a little verklempt. Talk amongst yourselves.