Yesterday was one of the worst days I have had since Diagnosis Day.
It was my first day of radiation.
20 minutes before my appointment, I was eating lunch and cracked my tooth. This was the third time in 15 months that I have cracked a tooth. I cried. I would rather have another lumpectomy, than a SIXTH ROOT CANAL.
I cried all through radiation.
When I got home, my landlord verbally attacked me and announced he's not giving me my security deposit back when I move out. He said mean things that I can't post on a public blog.
Then there were 5 men in my apartment for 2 hours, to clean up black mold, inspect for fire safety, and fix the sink. I had nowhere to cry in peace and could barely breathe from the bleach fumes.
I fled to a friend's house for the evening, and cried. Then I called my mom, and cried some more.
Then I took a Benadryl and slept for 11 hours.