THUMB/WRIST UPDATE

Hi. Happily, my thumb is much better since the shot. My wrist, however, is growing a pea-size lookinh knob on it, and there is some pain at times. Still not sure if it was worth the excruciating pain of the cortizone shot, but that is becoming a passing memory. Not much else to tell, other than things are going really well with the tour. As of today I have three more events where I'll be presenting suicide prevention workshops. More on that later. I have to hustle to rehearsal tonight. I just wanted to let you know how Tom Thumb was doing. Oh, I met with Kristen, the gal who's getting her master's degree in art therapy. Some of you know that I am participating in her thesis project by visually journaling about my experience with cancer. It's been very helpful. I'm getting in touch with the sadness I feel around getting cancer, and the feeling of being "punished" somehow by god, as if I am not meant to be happy. Tomorrow is my mom's birthday. She would be eighty-six. For newbees, my mom died May 5, 1980, of ovarian cancer. She was fifty-five. I was fourteen. Needless to say, getting breast cancer at the age of forty-three brought home what my mother must have gone through. It's been a long process of recovery from her death, and I suppose it's never really over.

METALLIC TASTE IN MOUTH
I upped my meds to 60 mg of fluoxetine about a month ago and that seems to have helped my mood, though now I think it's too much so I'm dropping by 10 mg/day. One thing I've noticed is a metallic taste in my mouth, primarily on the left side. I wonder if it's a side effect of Femara? Or the increased meds? In any case, it's a pain in the ass.

Dinner's ready. I hope you are all doing well.

Love,
Sue