Went to the oncologist yesterday and have been demoted from a twice a year patient to a once a year patient! Yay!!!
No I don’t buy into the mythical 5 year thing. I know that my cancer can recur, or metastasize even 10 years from now. This whole episode is a bit of a unicorn.
But hey, cutting doctor visits in half is good enough for me right now. It always seems like the days available for my oncology visit were hard to coordinate given my pet sitter lifestyle. Too many hoops to jump through. So I welcome having one less day I have to find, strategize, coordinate about. I just want to do my thing every day based on my own schedule.
Ha! My own schedule….what a fool! I am a pet sitter, and completely live in service to our Cat and Dog overlords! When I returned to my clients’ home last night, the cat had been outside all day. I had not been there to let her in one door to let her out another door 2 minutes later. She was so angry, meowing so loud I could hear it through the closed door.
So I thought yesterday would be a sign I was slowly getting my life back from cancer. Maybe—but I was never in charge of my own life anyway I guess. What a fool I am!! All hail the Cat and Dog Overlords who rule my every waking moment!
anotheronewiththecancer 
HiCC,
Yay! So glad to hear about your “demotion.” And is anyone ever really in charge of her own life? Maybe. But probably not. Thanks for sharing your news.
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Thank YOU! Nope, I freely turn my life over to be run by the Cat and dog duo in charge.
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Cats and dogs always keep us in line, don’t they? Yay for once a year!!!
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Thanks! The less I go to any medical facility the better. Even the vet, ha!
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I am glad you got demoted to once-a-year visits!
I always wanted to work with animals. I even took some zoology courses a few years ago because I wanted to work for a zoo (or an animal organization). I am glad you have that which I am sure makes you feel better than to deal with people (really speaking for myself).
I can’t let go of my Onco for some reason. Technically I can see her once a year (she tried not seeing me at all anymore and only have me see the nurse after my scans — unless something came up). It makes me nervous. I am aware it really doesn’t matter and this is only a mental game (I guess I am not good at mental games).
Always wishing you well and many more healthy years ahead!
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I was saw this thing (probably on some Jack Hanna show) about a program/training for working with zoo animals. It was like very day (no holidays) for a couple of years–especially the final year in which you took on and raised an animal rejected by mother (or whatever). You got to pick your 3 fave animals and they would try to match you with one. The show focused on a woman who was raising some tigers for her final year. I would have loved that I think. I still see myself as winning the lottery and being one of those people who buys a huge piece of land and creates a big cat rescue.
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OMG, YES! You and me both.
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Love this! It IS a great feeling! xx
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It is–trying not to read too much into it…but to enjoy it with a grain of salt ha ha! xoxo!
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