So...what's the worst that could happen?

(Or: Blu says "Hey Cancer, bite THIS!)

So I finished rads at the end of April, after finishing college in the middle of April. Then I began job hunting. Dismal at first, but finally got a great job. (Oh, did I mention I had IDC stage 3? minor detail).

I haven't seen my onc since Feb. It just occurred to me that I maybe should have asked the great and wonderful Oz if it was ok to go to work (I've been a work at home mom for 17 years). This is my first week, and it's grueling and exciting and exhausting....but you know what? No one at my new job knows I have cancer. I think they suspect my hair is a wig (well, a dead squirrel look does kinda give it away!) but they haven't said anything.

So, for 8 hours a day, I'm cancer free! I don't even think about it. I guess our insurance at the new job started the first day of hire, so no worries there. I am concerned about taking time off for the big doc apt., but really, what's he gonna say? So what if he says the treatment didn't work. I am living to the fullest for now, and will deal with the beast if and when it comes back...on my terms.

I"m posting this for those of us who are having trouble seeing down the road, seeing tomorrow, or just seeing the next 5 minutes. Believe me, I was there last July/Aug/Sept, until the mastectomy. I want you to know that you can reclaim your life, you can TOTALLY give cancer the finger...for a while I hope.

OH, yes, and I'm TOTALLY wiped out, but I understand the weekends are great for sleeping. For now, that will have to do. I guess I just got tired of the whole "I"m sick" style....I am SO hitting the gas pedal!