Summer is Here!
It has been a wet spring, and we were all starting to wonder if it was going to actually become summer. Summer has finally decided to show its face in Salt Lake City, so it is hot hot hot (we don’t have humidity here, so it is a dry hot). Several days after surgery I like to start to test the theory on when I can stop taking painkillers, because stopping them means I can drive. Whether or not I actually drive is another story,...
A Darker Shade of Bald
It is true, I am a darker shade of bald. I bet you didn’t know that there are multiple shades of bald. It is ok, neither did I until I was doing my morning close inspection of my bald head and noted that it was definitely a darker shade. Hair is starting to come in “other places” where I lost it first (I am a gentlewoman and won’t give more detail about where, I am sure you can figure it out 😉 ). My head was...
Home Sweet Home
I didn’t write much or really do much on the computer this hospital stay because it hurt to type and dilaudid somehow makes everything super blurry for me (I can’t read the computer screen very well). They had me scheduled to get prepped for surgery at 10:30 AM. Which had me a little worried because that meant I was most likely the last surgery of the day for my plastic surgeon (4 hour surgery that I figured would start...
My Toes Rejoice!
It is true, they were squealing like wee little piggies going wee wee wee all the way home from getting my FIRST pedicure since January’s pre-surgery pedis. My one chemotherapy wish was to get a pedicure once I was past the laws and limits of my immune system. Today marks just over two and a half weeks since my last infusion and by now my immune system is well enough to fight the beasts (bacteria, fungus, whatever beast a...
I Didn’t Take a Picture
The week before my bilateral mastectomy I pondered taking a photograph of my breasts so that I could remember what I look like (sorry guys, not too many nude photos floating around featured yours truly). It may seem minor, but I was thinking about it because I knew they would never be the same. I didn’t take a picture. I realized that I could not bring that piece of what would become my past forward to haunt who I would become....