I can identify with the thought that “hope is the thing with feathers*.” But patience is a virtue with which I am not endowed.
Today was the first step of many. We met with my surgical oncologist for the first time to map out what I thought was the full plan for kicking the shit out of breast cancer.
Turns out this will be more of a prolonged lingchi effort than one epic street brawl. More tests are needed to determine the extent and type of surgery required. And I was stunned to learn that the treatment plan can’t be formed until after the results of surgery.
So…booking more appointments and taking things one step at a time over here. And trying to remain hopeful.
*Really looking forward to that new movie about Miss Emily Dickinson.