If you are going to have any significant dental work we have to stop the medication, he said. I would like you on this medication. We can arrange for you to have it today right on the way out.
For a moment, I felt like I was being ambushed. A wave of irrational fear came over me. Were we being a pliant prey to hucksters? Remaining in the room was quite a feat. A nurse walked in. I smiled and took a deep breath. She raised my shirt and quickly poked me in the abdomen with a needle that delivered a brief painful burning sensation.
A few hours later, I was standing at a cocktail party drinking water. I started to sweat. I felt like the world was spinning. I was nauseous. I had to excuse myself. I sat down in the first chair that I found outside. And when I began to feel nauseous, I skittered in high heels to a nearby bathroom. I made it just in time.
Call me crazy. But none of this will deter me. Im a dreamer who loves life, and I like and trust Lippman. I have thought about Moore every day this week. I will be back in six months for more Prolia.
Part 8: Facing my fears after mastectomy
Part 11: Radiation therapy gives her hope
Part 12: Finding strength from others
Part 14: A new outlook on 2012
Part 17: After radiation therapy ends
Part 21: Too much fear, too little trust
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