....And I was soooo optimistic that 2012 was going to be a better year.
I recently found out that my December mammograms (two, BTW) revealed some more spots of something. That means that next week, I will be having another biopsy.
Same shit, different year.
I know the drill; don't worry about anything until you get the result in your hand. Don't think about worst case scenarios and how you'll look bald after all your hair falls out (terrible, for the record. I have at least 2 huge birthmarks on my head that will cause me grief). There are many treatments, some of which you experienced, and they weren't horrible. It's early; we probably caught it early enough.
I don't feel like going to any more doctors.
I don't feel optimistic.
I want to hibernate and not come out until June.
I want to scream and cry "Why ME?". I took it like a champ the first time; I did everything that was asked of me. I take a drug daily to prevent reoccurrence. I paid my dues.
Still. Cancer wins.
I am accepting all the good mojo, vibes, prayers and juju you want to send me!