Words are not coming easily these days. The new routine is quickly becoming a cycle. One day, at the hospital for seroma drainage, more tests, more opinions, more issues because my body is no longer perfect (and the irony is, I never thought it was!). The next day, paperwork, spring cleaning, a relaxing playdate with friends and kids. The third, housework, all day long — to catch up from the first two days! And then I rest.
We went for a brain MRI on Friday, and they couldn’t do it, since they couldn’t stick either arm or hand. To get the brain MRI, I’ll need a pic line or a port. But there will be more tests, so we’ll wait to get them all done at once.
Soon, I go to Sloan-Kettering in NY for a second opinion on my treatment. I’m nervous, I admit.
and the words won’t come.