So honestly, I really haven’t played the cancer card much. It’s a very valuable card, it can get you out of a lot of things (I’m sorry, I just can’t make that field trip/ serve on that committee/ come to that event, I have cancer) and can get you into a lot of things, too (lots of doors held for me, and my kids get into the pediatrician lightening fast!). That said, not even three weeks out from chemo, and I can feel the ink on my cancer card fading. I woke up this morning with pink eye and so immediately called the oncologist, expecting to have a prescription called in right away. Instead, they passed me off to my primary care physician, who couldn’t see me for a few days and passed me off to the Target Clinic. I must say, I felt a little “common” sitting there waiting for the clinic nurse to see me so that I could just get some antibiotic drops to take care of my crazy red eye. I feel sorry for those shopping with me at Target while I waited, though. I was super vigilant about hand sanitizer, so I don’t think I passed along any germs. But a bald woman with crazy, swollen red eyes, no makeup, and glasses wearing yoga pants and a fleece isn’t really the best look. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt less glamorous pushing around a Target shopping cart! I ended up spending more time there than I’d hoped, too, and was getting hungry. I’m sure I looked super fab sitting in the clinic area in that state, eating Twizzlers from a family-sized bag. But go ahead and judge. I’ll show you my cancer card, and then you’ll feel bad.
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A breast cancer researcher turned stay at home mom turned breast cancer patient, I'm navigating my way through cancer treatments and my quest for normalcy in its aftermath. Sometimes normal is hard, and sometimes it's as simple as going for a run, throwing on some lipstick, and heading out to chemo. Follow along at runlipstickchemo.com View all posts by Jamie