Baby Steps

I was scheduled to see the oncologist Monday for my three-month checkup. I cancelled because Ken does not start his new job until mid-April; I’ve had enough insurance problems and medical bills to last a lifetime, so until our health coverage gets settled, the oncologist will have to wait.

Another one of my doctors, Haley, called me on Tuesday. “Hey, Marie, you want to go to lunch?”

“I’d rather go hiking.” What? Hiking instead of Avenue Bread? Did these words just come out of my mouth?

I guess I’m sick of being overweight. Not only is the risk of having a recurrence of breast cancer way greater for someone like me, whether or not I get a recurrence won’t matter if I drop dead of a heart attack.

 

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