"The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow!"

The sun has come out, the stitches in my gum have come out, and tomorrow, I head out to see my oncologist about healing, results of my heart scan and when I can start my treatments. With a tiny scab remaining on my mastectomy and a glimpse of where my tooth used to be, I have a feeling he will say, wait another week. I have commented to several friends that I have never wanted to do anything so bad in all my life, that I didn't want to do at all, than I do Chemo. I have never stepped foot in a GNC store these 59 years, now I have frequented there several times in the past week, getting all my vitamins and supplements necessary to take during treatment and was unable to find them anywhere else. My husband has made me a trusty medicine chart, but it was so small that I couldn't even read it with my magnifying glasses. He assures me that he can enlarge it with the click of a mouse. I'm not sure how long the rain will have stopped, but it sure does feel good to bask in the sunshine, if not for just a few more days. On the same note, it feels good to be spending these last days before treatment as a so called "normal" person, laughing, eating out, and walking around with hair on my head, just before the "rain" comes again.