So, I’ve been on the Tamoxifen for a few weeks now and am starting to see the effects. Headaches aren’t that bad but I am a little weepy. It’s as if a yearning John Barry soundtrack is playing in the background. Anything will set me off. Oliver caught a cicada today and tortured it. Waaaaaa! Kids pick up that playdough, or I'll, I'll, waaaaa!
Also, my fibroid is beginning to radiate a constant pain now. A child’s elbow, a dog’s paw—it feels like a punch in the gut every time I get poked in the abdomen. My oncologist told me today that my fibroid is only a centimeter smaller than my uterus and sitting on top of it, so I should probably consider surgery. The Zoladex shot I got today might lessen that but I wont see any results for a while.
I thought the Zoladex shot was going to be a quick shot in the butt or arm. But it is more like the core biopsies in that they lay you back, numb you up with Lidocane before they use the “big ass needle,” as my nurse called it. The difference is it goes in the belly instead of the boob. Ouch. Once a month. Sigh. At least it’s not chemo, right?
Anyway, I walked out of the cancer center, tears streaming down my face, looking like I just got a fatal diagnosis. What an idiot. Suppose it’s kind of good to cry sometimes; it flushes the system. Plus I’m not just crying over sad things, but good things too. (The hibiscus blossomed again, waaaaa!) It’s weird. I never cried a ton before. It’s like the lady parts are going out with as much drama as possible.
According to the onco, it’s really going to kick in now with the shots. Hot flashes apparently.
Maybe I can keep the family warm this winter and we'll save on energy bills.