My doctor’s office has concluded I have a skin infection on my breast.  The nurse initially stated it sounded like a reaction to the Taxol and that they’d likely have to place me back on steroids–Something I don’t want to do.  They’ve decided to place me on antibiotics for 10 days to see if it clears.  Sara, the nurse practitioner, said to me, “tell your body to stop making complications for us.”  I said “I’ll try, but I don’t think it’s listening to me.” ;-)

Dust If You Must

Author Unknown

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.

What kind of crap is this?

Ugh!  So, over the weekend I developed an odd, itchy, red rash on the lower portion of my right breast.  Take it from me, and as other women in survivor networks will attest, when you have BC, anything out of the ordinary will freak you out, especially on your breast.  Seriously though, I feel like I’m always having to ask, “what next?”  It’s like a tumbling effect.  Once you have one thing happen, numerous other things tend to follow.  I have to go in for lab work today and have called to see if my doctor or the nurse practitioner can fit me in just to take a look.  I’m not seriously stressin’ about it because I’ve learned there’s no point in that.   Just another thing I guess, but hoping it’s nothing serious.