Dare I even hope that I’ve turned a corner? Despite some side effects of the AI (hangover-type headaches without the fun of the ‘over’ the night before), I seem to be more buoyant energy-wise since ditching Tamoxifen. Tonight: a movie date without the need for an arvo cancer nap even after a psyche appointment earlier in the day and a 3km walk. Normally I’d be proper fuck-tigued (you know, not giving a flying and being too tired to care). But I was all up for it. I even took my date for dinner beforehand. I’m a keeper, me. So’s he.