“When are you going to start treatment?”
This is the number one question I get. Which is funny because this is the number one question I have. Which may be, as a patient, an unreasonable question. Or at least an unreasonable expectation. In my head somewhere, is this movie of a person being told they have cancer and either being told what day they should start treatment or being wheeled off on a gurney immediately. (That last part is likely too much Greys Anatomy.) I first realized something was wrong with me this fall. Not to say I didn’t have some strange symptoms before that. However it was the fall when I really started to notice that there was an issue. Because of the two chronic pain issues I already have had since 1992 and 2007 respectively, I am used to bouts of fatigue. My body works so hard dealing with the pain. And then I worked it so hard moving, at the time, two businesses forward. After some time the creeping habits I adopted to deal with the pain and exhaustion became normal. Limiting how much I go out. Breaks of up to two days to go out or travel. Not being able to walk long distances or stand for long period of time. So around September, when it got to the point that I was sleeping late and napping every day, had to outsource all but one of my bigger projects, needed a chair in the kitchen to cook, and literally laid out on the