Day after day
is spent driving to medical appointments. I meet my surgeon and her staff, my
oncologist and his staff, am referred to a plastic surgeon for reconstruction,
and a psychologist, to make sure I’m holding it together. I have a chest MRI
and a mammogram on a breast still very sore from being cored like an apple. I
have x-rays and blood panels drawn. I have genetic testing performed.
weeks amount to putting one foot in front of the other and showing up at
appointment after appointment.
I am not coping
or processing. I am simply inching forward into the battle.