I used to feel a sense of purpose going into the Cancer Center, like fighting cancer was my job. Now I feel sort of sad, like the persistent threat of recurrence is a burden I can't get away from.
I expected to have my blood drawn today, to check my hormone numbers, but they didn't mention an order, and I didn't ask. I guess there's nothing urgent about it, I can ask at my next oncologist appointment.
The medical assistant who took my vitals was yet another person who was new to me, but the nurse who gave me my shot was my former chemo nurse. It's been months since I last saw her, and it felt a little weird, like we used to be so familiar and now we're not so much. I mean, it's not like we were friends, but certainly I used to talk to her about a lot of emotional things, and today it was just regular chitchat.
Regarding my covid vaccine, my arm feels mostly better now, it's just a tiny bit sore if I touch the injection site.