4 years ago this very day,
I had my last chemo treatment. I
remember thinking there was no way in hell I could be more tired. Then I did radiation and knew without a
doubt, that yes, there was a way in hell I could be more tired. 4 years later and again I am dealing with
this tired crap. At least I have my
hair. Granted I am down a boob, but my
hair is staying put this time. It’s the
small things that matter. Trust me.
Speaking of Pia, she seems
to be healing rather nicely or so I hope.
After getting that stupid drain out, the good Dr told me that some people
get seroma (a buildup of fluid in case you were wondering. I googled it and oops, typed in sarcoma in by
mistake. Big difference). Of course I asked how do you treat it. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Aspiration I was told. Well hell, the last time she aspirated Pia
she took out more than 100 ccs of crap.
With a needle as big as the Empire State Building. I have been sending up lots of prayers as
that woman loves needles. There is some
fluid, but I have been reassured by Billy that it will be absorbed and that
probably explains the aches I am having.
Not sure how I feel about that. After
all, he is 50/50 on this whole cancer thing.
I see Dr Lynn Thursday so fingers crossed that the needles are kept in
the drawer. I have my doubts as my history
has been less than stellar.
A few notes on Pia and her
passing…
·
I have enjoyed
pointing out to Billy that his right boob is bigger than mine.
·
Every so often I
will look down my shirt and say – well crap; it’s still not growing back.
·
She has new
various names… however I am partial to Phantom Boob—she does ache and I am
hoping that ends like soon. Very soon.
·
Tylenol and ibuprofen
are much better than the other stuff.
Well, not as good as the stuff I got in my IV, but it works.
·
When trying on
shirts, one must remember a certain arm is not usable. Got stuck in 2 shirts today. I wonder what the lady in the next dressing room
was thinking.
·
I cannot open
anything. Funny how using a knife is not
easy but a fork is. Go figure.
·
During the first
round, I got this awesome little pillow from the Pink Ribbon Project. It has a pink checkered case. I carry it everywhere as it just helps. However, it is best in the car. Seatbelts are
not my friend and I always wear my seatbelt. Always. So I now tuck that pillow under the
seatbelt. I wonder what those who can
see are thinking. Probably think I am
one of those who needs a security blanket.
·
For some reason I
have had Growing up Skipper on my mind. If
you did not have that Barbie—look it up. It was the one when you flipped her
arm one way, her boobs grew. Flipped it back and they shrunk. I am like her except Pia is gone forever, not
matter how I move my arm.
·
Honestly, I am
not at all bothered about losing Pia.
According to the pathology report, she needed to be history. Luckily she was selfish and kept it all to
herself. Talk about taking one for the
team.
Isaiah 41:10
Do not fear, for I am with
you,
Do not be afraid, for I am
your God;
I will strengthen you, I
will help you,
I will uphold you with my victorious
right hand.
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