Tag Archives: surgery
Tomorrow is Mark’s long-awaited surgery. Beaming happy healing vibes for a caring, capable team, a smooth and successful operation and Mark’s swift, smooth, permanent recovery. I love you, sweet. Looking forward to the beginning of your new pain-free chapter.
In October 2009, I was desperate to have both breasts removed. Thanks to my insistent surgeon, I didn’t. They’re small. They’re lopsided. There are scars on both. But they’re here. And so am I. Lucky me.
Hooping, it turns out, is perfect post-breast-cancer-treatment therapy. Almost. It challenges my co-ordination, balance and spatial awareness. It entirely occupies my mind. Its frantic, erratic arm movements sneak my damaged limb into places I thought I’d left behind. It allows … Continue reading
Healing Time. A year ago today was my second cancer surgery (complete axillary lymph node removal). I wish I’d known, going into those surgeries, that my right arm and upper body would be permanently damaged. And I sure wish I’d … Continue reading
Good Health. One year ago today, was my first cancer surgery. Today, that’s all a distant blur. I’m strong. I’m healthy. I’m happy. And I plan to stay that way for a good long time. Lucky, lucky me.
On August 24, 2009, I turned 44. Twin digit years being lucky, I slipped into this one with humble hopes for undefined improvements. Within a week, I’d found that lump. It’s tough to fathom the changes that followed. And the … Continue reading
Healing. Eleven days after my First Surgery This gruesome* photo was taken 11 days after my first surgery (Oct. 26, 2009, lumpectomy and sentinel lymph node removal). * don’t click if you’re squeamish Four months after my Second Surgery This … Continue reading
No surrogate at my pre-chemo#5 oncology appointment today. Here’s the scoop: Can I avoid the full week of Taxotere-induced agony this round? If so, how? The answer was pretty much “Not really”. My oncologist entered the room shrugging and saying … Continue reading
Arm Mobility. Two months ago today was my most recent lymph node and breast surgery… and look what I can do now. It’s been more than three months since my most recent yoga class, so my whole body is less … Continue reading
Aside from the obvious feats for the squeamish (injections, surgeries, claustrophobic scans and implanted heart vein stuff), the past 3 months have provided me with opportunities to perform the following impressive stunts (please hum “The Final Countdown” while reading this … Continue reading
Being decisive is hard, especially when new information causes you to constantly revisit, rethink and even reverse your decisions. That’s par for the course when you’re dealing with something like cancer-related surgery. We’ve had our audio recorders running during a … Continue reading
Mysteries which I hope are solved at my pre-chemo oncology appointment today: Why is my port-a-cath migrating in my chest? What’s with the new lump just above my lumpectomy incision? Why are my forearms and wrists weak and painful since … Continue reading
Don’t Panic. Those are the insightful words that grace the cover of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, the fictitious guide in the earthly book by Douglas Adams. I’ve tried to live by those words for most of my adult life. … Continue reading
Mark mumbled early this morning some plans involving scotch and the ringing out of “this horrid year”. But doctors believe breast cancer takes six to eight years to develop to a detectable size and this was the year we caught … Continue reading