Once Upon a Drizzly Monday Morning
Talk about an emotional roller coaster! Before my appointment today I had thought long and hard about what was going on with the incision, especially after I was fever free for two days. Every single stitch was surrounded by red angry skin and the general incision area was pink. This happened last time I had the stitches in for 3 weeks, but on a much smaller scale as I only had a few stitches that time. Honestly, I think my body hates...
I am Not a Survivor
My Komen Race for the Cure t-shirt came in the mail today. I pulled it out and looked at it and sat down and cried. It says “Survivor” on it. I don’t feel like a survivor. Talk to me in a year or two, maybe I will feel like I survived, right now I am just fighting to make it through each day. At least they made the shirt cute, I am not a huge fan of pink, and I will be wearing my team shirt (I work in marketing, come...
Breast News I Have Had All Week
I had my two week post operative “Surgery Surprise” visit with the plastic surgeon today. I honestly tried to have very little expectations about the visit as I just haven’t a clue on how to gauge the progress since the surgery, nor have I ventured to guess after so many ups and downs since my bilateral mastectomy. Mike even came with me to my appointment today due to my last appointment developing into an unexpected...
Telling the Red Devil Goodbye
My little brother Dereck was my chemo buddy volunteer this week. I wanted to get something to eat before I started chemo, so we went and got sandwiches and salad at a cute little cafe downtown that Dereck recommended. I had a delicious cheesy melty panini of happiness and a green salad. With full tummies we headed up to the Huntsman Cancer Institute for my appointments. We were a little early, but they went ahead and brought me back...
I Get The Jitters
The days before my next chemo treatment are well defined by my having the jitters. I know what is going to happen, Friday is the same type of chemo I got the last three times. It doesn’t really matter though because I still get nervous. The night before my first chemo I cried for an hour (maybe more, good thing I don’t wear a watch), I was scared to death. Mike had to talk me down back to as normal as I could get. Who...
Banana Bread
I am baking! Ok, it is totally possible to bake bread, in a bread maker, using mostly only your left hand. I had some bananas that wanted to be made into banana nut bread (they told me). Great… now fruit is talking to me…and you thought cancer was the worst of my problems! My poor body, you would think it has been through enough already. They forget to tell you that there is a significant difference between staying two...