It’s taken a lot of pondering and watching David Tennant shows (with a nod to my British friends reading this journal entry) to come to the conclusion that I agree with removal of tumors and affected cancerous tissue; which means I’m conceptually fine with a bi lateral mastectomy. In order to get there I need to finish up the Taxol doses. So, next Wednesday (and I can just say right now that this word defies logic in Old English form?) I go back to chemo so I can have surgery this May.
So, on with the slash and burn oncologists who wouldn’t do chemo drugs if they had cancer because they’re all toxic and awful. Back to Broadchurch and a sad tale of Danny Latimer and his English Rose of a mum.