Went to the cancer center the day before yesterday, and had a very hard time of it. Legs and feet are so swollen I couldn't fit in my shoes. Can barely walk, and used a wheelchair once I got to the center. Was supposed to get a new pain control regime prescribed for me, but the woman (dr?) I met with had no authority to order methadone, which, in conjunction with the oxycodone, helped me when I was in the hospital. How ridiculous that I can't get something that helped me. So sick of everything now. I'm at the end of my rope, and rapidly losing hope. Not feeling so "brave" anymore. What is there to be brave about anyway.
Had major trouble getting in the car because I can't lift my legs very well. Won't be able to go to Melissa's for Thanksgiving, since there's a long stairway to her apartment.