The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

I really don't have much more to say about my status between now and January.  I'm pretty much hanging around, waiting for surgery - and you know what Tom Petty says about waiting (if you don't read the title).

Did you know that I went to the same high school as Tom Petty and a bunch of the original Heartbreakers?  Not at the same time, of course, just the same place.  They didn't name the auditorium or gym after him.  But they could have called it the "Tom Petty Junior Parking Lot" because that where the potheads hung out and maybe where he got the inspiration for "Last Dance With Many Jane."
 
Anyway, I wasn't listening to Tom Petty on the radio,but I did hear this story on NPR about a cancer survivor who's humorously dealing with her multiple cancers by creating T-shirts embroidered with various aphorisms.  Some of my favorites:

• Of course they're fake.  The real ones tried to kill me.
• I lost my colon.  But I'm still full of crap.
• Did I take my meds?  When is my appointment?  Do I have meds?

The third one refers to Chemobrain, the impairment of cognitive function that may occur during chemotherapy and last for years afterward.  This phenomenon has been known for years and recent neurological studies of breast cancer patients bear this out.  We cancer patients tend to forget things, not follow instructions, and have difficulty with some tasks that were easy for us. 

I asked the nurses whether I could use chemobrain to explain my forgetfulness before chemotherapy.  They said...  oh, I forget what they said exactly.  Now where did I put all my oncologist's bills?