I am furiously angry.
My sausage fingers with the squadgy knuckles have been proclaimed 'mild lymphoedema'.
And, yeah, I know, it could be a fuck of a lot worse; but I am still mad. Madder than I ever was about having cancer. I think I thought that the cancer was enough. That having cancer was a big enough payment to the universe to absolve me from any further payments. Apparently not.
So, yeah, Lymphoedema. Fucking fantastic.
In good news - I don't appear to have anything cancerous although I've got some bone thinning from the Zoladex but that should sort itself out once the Zoladex stops - which I reckon is in about 2 months.
Helpfully my notes were lost today and I had to wait for over an hour because they were short a doctor. All in all, not the best day but not the worst either.
Just a really, really pissed off day.
Feel free to join me in pissyness.
Pah!
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I'm in a happy "going to Ikea on the weekend" mood so apologies in advance, I'm finding it a little difficult to join in the pissyness ;) But I did want to say how annoying the notes got lost and pfft to the wait for a doctor, and yay for appearing not to have anything cancerous. ;)
Snoskred
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Lymphedema is a total insult to the injury of cancer. You have every right to be furious.
Oh, son of a bitch!! I'm so sorry. Believe me, I am SOOOOO sorry.
We'll get through it somehow, ok? You, me, and Laurie.
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