Hm.  I just got a call from my oncologist’s office saying I’d missed a medical appointment, which startled me, because it wasn’t in my calendar, but I think I must have just forgotten to put it in, which means, yup, I forgot to put in the mammogram too, so I missed that, so I’ve now apologized profusely and made arrangements to take care of both of those in October.

It’s sort of funny because I JUST told my students half an hour ago that it’s the middle of the semester, and with pandemic trauma, etc., it’s not surprising if they’re forgetting things; I’m forgetting things, I totally thought it was week 8 and it’s actually week 7 of the semester (so I gained a whole week of teaching, yippee?)  So they should take a little extra time, if they can, to look over their syllabi and make sure they aren’t forgetting important due dates.  And look, I immediately demonstrate the problem.  Ah well.

Honestly, it’s a little nice that it’s been so long since cancer that I *can* forget about this kind of thing.  

But also, don’t forget — go for your mammograms, etc.  Which reminds me that I need to schedule a gastro appt. re: doing first colonoscopy, what fun turning 50 is.


A poem for you, from many years ago:

When You Have Breast Cancer

Friends rush in for overdue 

mammograms, even the ones who were

resisting going at all, 

afraid of what they’d find.

Husbands are kinder to their wives, 

hold them tight at night, 

seeing a future without them.

It can make you cranky;

this should be about you, 

but now it’s also about them.

You let it go.

May something good come of this,  

more check-ups and kisses.

We should all be kinder to ourselves, 

to each other.