It Really Sucks (by Venita)

It really sucks that:

I did everything I was told to protect myself from advanced breast cancer.

I went to the GYN/mammo/US as soon as I found the mass, and I was sent home with “come see us again in 4 months.”

My cats know I’m not well so they want to get in my face 24/7. (It's not all food love.)

I have 10 more days to go before the mast, and 10 days after that before I get the path results.

There’s a good chance that my prime client contract of the past 8 years is going to cut me loose because I can’t meet the schedule for their spring products. (This when I have recently turned down 2 other offers of work because I wanted to focus on their needs.)

Gasoline prices are so high and I have to travel 40 minutes each way to DR appointments, surgeries, and procedures.

Maxie was DX with diabetes last summer and I put such energy into getting him better and I now have few reserves left for myself.

My right ankle is swollen and I’m starting to freak that my right axillary lymph nodes are not working.

I am having panic and anxiety attacks--not sleeping, not eating, and having stomach pains and all the tail end stuff that comes with that--and it took Dr. Cutter over 24 hours to phone in a scrip.

I broke down crying in public this afternoon when I was out with Jim.

I still am crying as I write this, even though I always try to be so positive here.

~V