It has been good to get away for a week and try and get my mind off of further treatments. I was certainly hoping to get back to some normalcy; getting back to "regular" work would have been one means to accomplish that.
Well my plans certainly don't work out as I expect them and the more I try to force my recovery (or life for that matter), the more out of whack it seems to get. Here is a good example.
I am in Ottawa, helping our with odds and ends around the first born's and husband home. Not much really, just taking it easy, getting some sun and putting in a screw here and there. Last night when I went to bed, I seen there were potential signs of trouble from my "drain pipe"; spots that looked like blood on my underwear. Were did this come from? I didn't have any previous signs, so I am not sure what is up but I will keep monitoring today.
It has been 4 months since my operation and removal (I hope) of the monster. Next week, I begin another long process of radiation treatment. Maybe the "spotting" was just a sign from the Big Buy that radiation is the smart thing to do ... just FOLLOW this time Harvey!
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