These days I really like being home. Five days away from home, I missed my bed. I like the fragrance left behind by my scented candles and soft sounds my cat makes at each inhale and exhale as he sleeps. It all seems so innocent and inviting. I wish I could enter my cats world of warm snuggles. Today, I can’t. I have two days of evening MRI scans that will start tonight if our citywide dusting of snow doesn’t interrupt things. Please don’t snow more!
Yesterday was my usual every 4-week, longish-day at my cancer care center. At our last appointment for the day, with my social worker, SW added his 2 cents, “We’re tired. Kim has been here listening and talking to her doctors every 4-weeks for almost 6 years. Wouldn’t you be tired of that too?”
He is right. I have treatment fatigue.
Update: As I was finishing this post, I got a call and my MRIs have been rescheduled due to snow.