Confetti falling from the sky, the roar of cheering crowds, bands playing... Not really but that is what it felt like on my last day of treatment. All my techs—past and present—were there, the nurses, the office staff and my doctor were there. And so were my shoes. Walking in past the clerical station.... Office… Continue reading 16 ways, sixteen days. DAY 16
Frisky feet. Feelin' a little Italian yesterday, like kicking up some heels. It was my second to the last treatment. A friend who had just visited Italy once told me how amazed she was that the women there could manage walking on cobblestone streets in really high-heeled shoes. I thought I would channel the likes of Sophia.… Continue reading 16 ways, sixteen days. DAY 15
Bitter-sweet today. Excited about the 3-day week-end marking my third-to-the-last treatment and also finding out that this was the last time I would see one of my techs. I hadn't anticipated the feeling of loss...these gals have become comrades. Bonds have formed; like being in the trenches together at DSW. But back to the story....… Continue reading 16 ways, sixteen days. DAY 14
I felt like I was getting a cat-scan. Flat on my back, all eyes moving up and down my body from head to toe and back again. Tech: You kind of have a metallic thing going on today. Me in my head: Oh, is that what it is? I was just playing off the texture… Continue reading 16 ways, sixteen days. DAY 13
Not-so-casual work day for me seeing clients. Decided to pull out the dashing cruel shoes that make a statement despite the pinching of older toes. It was worth it. New tech: Those are AWESOME! Old tech: Wow, those are awesome! Feeling very satisfied and accomplished I was magnanimously able to change the subject steering the… Continue reading 16 ways, sixteen days. DAY 12
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