Today is my 3 month (really it’s 4 months) follow up with the Radiation Oncologist. I don’t expect anything dramatic. I envision that she’ll check the skin on my chest where I had radiation, ask me how I’m doing, wish me a happy, long life, and send me on my way.
Easy-peasy.
Yet here it is about an hour before we have to leave, and I am nauseous. I thought I was done with this. Crap.