More balls were dropped.
My file sat on someone's desk for days.
Everyone's busy blaming each other.
No chemo tomorrow.
Doctor on Wednesday morning.
Chemo scheduled for Thursday.
I have no intention of going to chemo on Thursday.
This is what I am planning to propose to my doctor: Cancel chemo for this week and pick up again next Tuesday. This will put me back on my current schedule (I would miss a week of vinorelbine) and mean that I won't have to re-arrange all my plans for the next several months because someone screwed up.
Yes, I am pissed.
And I have communicated really clearly how I want things to go.
But I don't see the point in yelling at anyone, especially as I need to keep these people on my side in the future.
The way I see it, they owe me one.
And I think they see it that way, too.
So.
I am trying to let go of the stress of not knowing what my doctor will say, taking deep breaths and getting on with my life.
To that end, I went to yoga today.
My mind wandered a fair bit but I was physically there.
Breathing deep, deep breaths and doing what I need to take care of myself.
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