The Tamoxifen. I was waiting until I felt a little better. But last night, I had nightmares all night because I hadn’t started taking it and really, my brain knows I need to do it.
So I took it tonight for the first time.
Tamoxifen has some crappy possible side effects but you know what would be worse than side effects? Metastasis.
Physically, I am feeling better than I was but still not great. I am about 60%. Honestly. 60% and I feel better now than I have in awhile. That’s saying something.
Tomorrow I have an appointment with the “Survivorship” person. It says online she is a nurse practitioner. I don’t think she is the caseworker I spoke with a little over a month ago but it says it is a return visit so maybe I have already met her but don’t remember?
It’s funny. I don’t remember much of the summer. The four AC chemos I had were really tough on my brain. The Taxol was tough on my body but I remember more of that time even though I felt horrible.
I am tired of talking about how horrible I feel…how tired I am.
I am impatient for recovery.