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The insulation work may not get done this week at all because it's raining and is supposed to keep raining all day. The guys who came to do the work say that they can do the inside stuff but that they're not at sure about the outside. Which makes sense-- I don't want them filling our walls with what is effectively shredded paper if it gets wet on the way in.

Naturally, they arrived fifteen minutes before they said they would. Fortunately, it only takes me five minutes to get dressed and another five to brush my hair, so I was dressed and ready for them. I haven't had breakfast yet, and I'm not sure about eating in front of them. I probably should so that I don't fall over, but it's hard for me to do.

I want to put in a DVD or a CD, but it's going to be noisy enough that I think CD wouldn't work and that a DVD only would if it has captioning. I know the DVD I have from Netflix doesn't and that the library documentary I've got in the player now doesn't. I'm not sure about the other library DVD having or not having captions, but it's a musical, so I would like to be able to hear it.

Scott and I went out last night at about 8:30 to buy bread because Scott, when he stopped on his way home, remembered everything else but not that. I have to laugh because the bread was the actual original reason for him to stop at the store. At any rate, given the timing, we were able to get Plum Market's 'day old'' stuff. They mark the day's baked goods at day old at 8:00 each evening and cut the prices in half. It brings some very nice bread into a reasonable price range.

Scott also got an unlabeled bag of bagels that turned out to be so spicy that only he can eat them. He thinks they're jalapeno. That seems like something that ought to be warned for, but they don't tend to label the small baked goods beyond price. I got a scone. We also got some GF peanut butter cookies that we were intending to give to cherydactyl tonight, but it now looks like nobody's coming over at all, so I guess Scott and Cordelia will eat them. I don't think they'll keep for two weeks until she visits next. I'm not sure I'd trust these enough to give them to evalerie because I don't know how careful Plum Market's bakery is. Also, I won't see her until Monday or Tuesday of next week. We considered a half price apple pie but ended up with a half price chocolate cake.

We did some Ingress while we were out so that I could create my 50th link and get a badge for that achievement. There are two portals in the large parking lot that Plum Market shares with a restaurant and a hotel, so we captured those. Then we captured a portal near a restaurant a little ways away. That one was one neither of us had ever hacked or captured because getting to it requires leaving the road and going after it deliberately. My 50th link ended up being the longest I've ever done-- 3.3 km. I'm pretty sure it was only possible because Scott put a mod called a link amp on the portal. We don't expect any of this stuff to last more than a day. There's so much traffic in that area that it seems unlikely. Also, the third portal had a huge number of links which usually means that someone is invested in holding onto it.

Naturally, given that this morning was the only day this week that I had to be up early, I slept badly last night. The problem was that I ate that stupid scone at 9 p.m., and I really should know better. No matter when I'm planning to go to bed, I can't eat after 8 p.m. without problems, and I went to bed pretty promptly. I just didn't sleep until about 2 a.m. At least, I know what to do at this point, I just have to sit upright for thirty minutes to an hour, and things will be fine. I have no idea why that works, but, fortunately, it does.

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My psychiatrist thinks I should find a breast cancer support group, either in person or online. Google hasn't shown me many face to face options. There's a weekly group that meets downtown (I think) in a bank on Wednesday evenings. I could go to that some weeks and not others because we have other things going on on Wednesday evenings. If it is downtown, the bus might even be an option, even after 6 p.m.

There's also a monthly group on Monday evenings at St. Joe's, but that's a pretty long car or bus ride away, and I'm not convinced I'd want to do it. If I did get there by bus, getting home the same way would be much more difficult. The buses run later now than they used to, but they're not, on most routes, more frequent. Hm. Yes, the bus website says that the bus from St. Joe's to downtown runs hourly after 6:30. I'd have a forty minute wait after the meeting and a twenty five minute ride to downtown. The bus from there to home wouldn't leave for another forty minutes. The bus station lobby would be open. I suppose the A-Ride is an option. The time involved would be similar, and $3-$5 each way isn't terrible.

As to online, I know my sister does stuff on Facebook, but... Facebook. The American Cancer Society has online forums, and those are probably okay. I mean, at least I know the organization isn't some fly-by-night thing that's going to sell my data to snake oil salesmen. The other site I found was breastcancer.org, and I'm not convinced. All of the pages say they were last updated in April of 2015, and I can't find any indication of more recent content. It may be there, but it's not public. There are personal stories listed, lots and lots of them, but not one is dated as to when it was posted.

I just hate signing up for things like that. Loathe it. Also, from what my sister says, there are some folks in the community who won't consider me a 'real' survivor because I didn't do chemo (and don't consider her a real survivor because she didn't do either radiation or chemo). I really don't want to deal with assholes on the subject. Really, really not.

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On the plus side, the weather has cleared so that they can do the outdoor work today. On the minus side, what they're doing right now involves prying off the siding around the doorbell which is making the dratted thing ring repeatedly.

My sister called this morning. She said that, if she'd known I was having a mammogram last week, she'd have warned me-- In her experience, everyone breaks down before their first post treatment mammogram. She says that having breast cancer generally gives people PTSD. I'm not convinced that I have issues to that degree, but... Who knows?

She also warned me that face to face support groups tend to be geared toward people with stage three or stage four cancers and that my stage one might mean that I'm not welcome or that my issues are considered trivial. She says that finding the right support group is pretty challenging. She also warned me that being in a group means sharing other people's bad news as well as good and that it means biting one's tongue when people do really stupid things, things they know are stupid. (Her example on the stupid end was women having vaginal sex less than eight weeks after hysterectomy which carries a risk of needing fairly extensive additional surgery and, without prompt treatment, bleeding to death.)

On a completely different topic-- Cordelia's best friend's parents are thinking of sending her to orchestra camp at the nearby middle school. It would be two hours every weekday (except July 4th) for four weeks for $200. The time of day is kind of weird, 11:00-12:45, but that's more doable than earlier in the day would be. Scott says the money will be tight but that we probably could do it.

I have to talk to Cordelia about it because we need to know if she wants to and we need to know if she's willing to ride the city bus there and back without me. The #22 would pick her up about a block from here and drop her off about a block from the school. I don't think it actually stops at the middle school, but it stops at the elementary school a little way away. The #23 used to stop at the middle school, and I rather assume it still does. I don't see why it wouldn't; the schools are very important destinations, especially schools for older kids. Possibly, coming home by the #23 might make more sense because it runs more often than the #22 does. It's a longer walk from the stop, but she's up to that.

I'm kind of worried that Cordelia will say no just because she's scared of the bus. I can do the trip with her a couple of times, but I really can't do it five times a week for four weeks. I just can't.