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Taking pills every day is a new experience for me. I’m not moaning you understand, it’s just that I’ve never had that sort of medical routine imposed before.
In case you don’t know, Tamoxifen is the drug they give you (they call it chemotherapy) after you’ve been diagnosed with breast cancer which is linked to oestrogen. You take this to block the oestrogen and the fun side effect is plunging into the menopause the week after you start taking it, instead of the usual slide down the hormonal slope into the menopause.
Putting that aside, Tamoxifen must be taken every day. I’m one of those people who’s never sure they’ve turned the iron off unless they’ve checked a few times and so I could never be certain I’d done the damn thing. Then I found this daily pill popper gadget from Kleeneze. Now I can pop my whole months supply into my pill wallet, each pill in it’s little compartment for each day. This way I can count down the month until I need to put in my repeat prescription to get the next lot – and off we go again.
I’ve managed to avoid watches and calenders (except for real emergencies like going to Florida) for several years now, so it’s rather disturbing to now have this horological pill popper.
But there’s another side to this as well, which is far more upsetting. I should be grateful in many respects because it’s given me an insight into how I have been feeling underneath it all. This is rather a biggie to admit to…
I’ve started looking forward to when my prescription has to be dropped off at the doctors and then collected from the pharmacy. Why? Because someone asks me how I’m feeling and takes a bit of care over me. It’s not that my family don’t care, they do, but I don’t let them in to look after me and so this role sadly falls to the doctors receptionist and the lady who ladles out my pills.
Crikey. I’m not indestructible and so why should I carry on as though I am? How tough must that be for Mark (husband). It may to time to speak up when I’m tired, instead of working even harder. Who I am trying to kid. Both of us I think.
To you and yours
Sian
Related posts:
- Did I Take Tamoxifen?
- Should I take Tamoxifen?
- How I Unwittingly Let Breast Cancer Steal My Dreams
- You’d Better Come Home, Mum’s Got A Lump In Her Tit

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