It’s 20 years ago today that I finished my first total completion of cancer treatment.
I had cervical cancer at age 33. I lucked into Jefferson Hospital and Dr. Charles Dunton. I had radiation, chemotherapy and a radiation implant. The treatment was so successful, the tumor was gone, and I had to have a hysterectomy to make sure it hadn’t spread further.
Without all of this, I wouldn’t be here. I am truly thankful this Friday.
It stands to reason that when you GO to the doctor, you need to take the medicine that he/she prescribes for you, right?
Well, I neglected to take the meds to Undisclosed West over New Years’ and am paying the price for it the last couple days.
I don’t feel crappy, mind you, but it stands to reason when you are scripted to take cough medicine, well you NEED to take cough medicine.
Last night around 7, my ribs felt so lousy, as thought they needed a side of b-b-q sauce on them from hacking so much. What did my old sage MD say to me via phone?
“Uh, are you taking the cough medicine?”
So I had my dinner time dose yesterday and later my bedtime dose. Part of me wants to go and work my way in to get seen and get a note to be out as an excused sick day, but I actually feel lousy enough that I think I might try to ride this “I’d walk a mile for a Camel” hack out with the medicine.
Film at 11….LOL