Start It Up
I don't buy into New Year's resolutions. Resolutions can be made on any of the other 364 days.
But I sure do miss writing. Now that I'm here, though, I'm not sure what I want to write about.
An update on my last post: My favorite (as I took to calling him) told me at the very last minute that he was leaving to work in another city. I had just come back from Hawaii when he decided to tell me this.
Fast forward a month later and a guy I was planning a date with found a girlfriend while I was away in Mexico.
Something tells me my love life suffers when I travel, hehe.
Despite this, I still haven't gotten my Puerto Rico on. I still haven't been to Cuba. I still haven't been to Spain, Italy, Greece, Turkey, Egypt, Morocco, Argentina, Brazil...
I'm in big trouble.
A couple of months ago I had my annual followup with my oncologist at the Tom Baker Cancer Centre. They've set me free. I will no longer have annual appointments with them unless something comes up. Now I will only checkin with my ENT specialist every year. When I first heard this I kind of panicked. I would gladly do followups with my oncologist every year for the rest of my life. But I understand that our health care dollars are better spent on those who need the time and treatment right now, just as I was blessed that the Tom Baker took such good care of me when I needed them. I cannot believe it has already been 8 years. I would really love to give back at some point and I looked into some of their volunteer positions. Unfortunately the times they need people do not work with those who have regular jobs. But I do hope to give back someday. It's wonderful what they do for you.
And while we are on the subject of health care; I finally had a consultation with a surgeon regarding breast reduction. That's right, I'm sucking it up. As far as I know I have signed myself on to the waiting list. Who knows when that will clear? Everyone who has had it done - I can't believe how many people I have come across - assure me that I will not regret it. It's still uber scary, though. Perhaps I will have a new chest for Christmas?
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