A trip to the dentist

Going to the dentist isn't as bad as it used to be for me. There was a time where I didn't go to the dentist at all and my teeth got really bad. Once I finished chemo for my primary breast cancer back in 2001, I had to go to the dentist every three months because my teeth were in such bad shape. I remember Ian telling me at that time that he didn't like it when I flossed my teeth because they always bled.

These days, my teeth are in much, much better shape. I'm no longer in danger of developing gingivitis on any of my teeth. I floss much more often (if not every day) and use a special toothpaste to combat the dry mouth side effect of many of my pills.

I saw my dentist today and I see her every three months once again because of the cancer and all of the drugs I take. The more my dentist watches over my teeth, the better they'll be. It's paid off, as I have had a couple of tiny cavities but I haven't had anything recently and my teeth are in so much better shape.