Meeting with Dr. Dufus today
Before I go to my rad appt today, I have to stop by the breast care center and see Dr. Dufus (not her real name, but it’s the most “Family-rated” version of the name I call her.) This is the appointment where she will try to talk me into Tamoxifen. I still don’t know about this drug. Protecting against breast cancer, and bone building is a good thing. DVT, Strokes, MI, PEs or endometrial cancer would NOT be good.
I hate the risk-to-benefit ratio I’m always balancing. Though the odds might be good with something (even 99% good to 1% risk) I can’t calm my fears that I’m going to be that one person that gets the complications.
On the plus side—I met with Jean this weekend and we went to Manzanita in Emeryville for lunch. It was nice seeing her after…what…a year? two? It’s hard to see your friends when you work nights. She hated my wig (rightfully so, I hate it too, but it’s better than the shorty-short “do” I’ve got now)
George said the other night “you know who you look like? You look a little like Anthony Bourdain” LOL
I wish I had that much hair!
But all kidding aside, I can see it. Besides the physical similarity—He’s tall, and lanky, I’m tall and lanky. My hair, what little there is of it thus far, is growing in quite salt and pepper, more salt in front, than I remember it being. He’s a vitriolic, sarcastic mofo, I’m a vitriolic, sarcastic mofo. Seriously, without his chain smoking, I have trouble telling us apart, too (though I hear he’s quit smoking recently.)
Mostly, I think it’s the bastard-like charm which we also share. Cynics and malcontents, unite! Ah, if only the comparison stopped there; I think we write similarly—click on his photo to be transtported to his blog, and see if you can tell where I end and Bourdain picks up :)
I’ll post a pic of my impressive “locks” soon—I have to get some sleep first :D
