I received my schedule of treatments. I would be going five days a week for about six weeks. I called my boss and told him that I would be able to return to work, but would have to leave early. I probably could have arranged my schedule so that I could work full time, but frankly, I just didn't want to do so. This way, I could leave work at 2:30, arrive at the clinic by 3:15, and be home by 3:45.
Now this seemed to be a pretty good plan -- radiation, estrogen negating drug -- all things which I intrinsically don't believe in, but my intuitive alarm bells were silent. Goddess wasn't kicking me in the rear and yelling “NO!”. So I agreed to the conventional treatments, using my herbs in conjunction with “modern” medicine. I had agreed to stop taking those herbs that regulate estrogen, Dong Quai, Black Cohosh though I still used [xxii]Wild Yam Cream moderately, and set about awaiting the onset of my treatments.
All of this was thrown into a tizzy when I received a telephone call from the oncologist on Friday. My husband answered the telephone. When I heard who was calling, I picked up the extension in time to hear the doctor saying that my hormone test had come back “weakly estrogen positive." Considering this, he had postponed my radiation treatments until I had completed six months of chemotherapy.
The long awaited alarm bells sounded! Not just bells, but sirens, flashing lights, and every other signal the Goddess had ever sent me.
I promptly burst into tears.