cancer – day 30

Judging from my recent activities, you could almost look at me from the outside and not believe there’s anything wrong with me. Not so by 4AM thin morning, though. I went to a barbeque in Sacramento and then went with Mark and Michelle to an all-night milonga in Berkeley at a place called The Beat last night. For the first time ever, my butt was in pain and my feet were fine, I sat out so much. I barely danced. But by 3AM the pain in my breast and underarm had risen to an 8 and I was nauseous with pain. Unbelievable. Certainly not from dancing, but I guess just from being up late and not taking enough pain meds? I don’t know, but it had gotten really, really bad before I could get it under control again, sometime this evening.