I'm just sad, feeling sorry for myself. It's rainy and grey here in Alsace. I'm trying not to think of the family party last weekend, the Revels, the Nutcracker, etc. All that going on without me.
Good coordination. Our annual Crab Night wouldn't have happened even if we were there. The expert crab-maker is in Antarctica!
I'm exactly 6 weeks post-op today.
So I called a fellow survivor with whom I spent two Christmas's in England, over 20 years ago. She just finished radiation, only 15 sessions. There are a few differences since she's post-menopause. No problems.
I told her my mom's story about breast surgery when she was a nurse in the 50's (early 60's). Oh no! she squeaked. Okay, let's say this. Those poor women went into surgery not knowing what they'd wake up to. The pathology was done on the spot (they ran it down and did it asap) and the decision was made while she was still on the table. Chills! So scary.
She was talking about the fact the stigma isn't there any longer. I pointed out that treatments and survivability are less scary too, taking the frightening aspect out of the whole deal. There are still scary stories out there but fewer and they have complications.
But today, I looked in the mirror and after only two sessions, I've got a slightly red boob, and it feels differently. Not good! I'll be sure to bring the creams with me next time (no products before rads but I can put them on in the dressing room afterwards).
My stuffing worked out pretty well. At least is was sort of like being home, but not really...
My leg is really giving me problems so hopefully, two days off of it, no driving and I can make it to Europark on Friday!
We also reserved for my birthday. It's a nice hotel in Ribeauvillé, about an hour south of here. I'm bummed about not doing something more exotic. I tried but everything's either booked or closed this time of year. I'm spending my 50th in Alsace. Oh great... But it has a pool, a jacuzzi and a view. That's all I need for 48 hours.
Good coordination. Our annual Crab Night wouldn't have happened even if we were there. The expert crab-maker is in Antarctica!
I'm exactly 6 weeks post-op today.
So I called a fellow survivor with whom I spent two Christmas's in England, over 20 years ago. She just finished radiation, only 15 sessions. There are a few differences since she's post-menopause. No problems.
I told her my mom's story about breast surgery when she was a nurse in the 50's (early 60's). Oh no! she squeaked. Okay, let's say this. Those poor women went into surgery not knowing what they'd wake up to. The pathology was done on the spot (they ran it down and did it asap) and the decision was made while she was still on the table. Chills! So scary.
She was talking about the fact the stigma isn't there any longer. I pointed out that treatments and survivability are less scary too, taking the frightening aspect out of the whole deal. There are still scary stories out there but fewer and they have complications.
But today, I looked in the mirror and after only two sessions, I've got a slightly red boob, and it feels differently. Not good! I'll be sure to bring the creams with me next time (no products before rads but I can put them on in the dressing room afterwards).
My stuffing worked out pretty well. At least is was sort of like being home, but not really...
My leg is really giving me problems so hopefully, two days off of it, no driving and I can make it to Europark on Friday!
We also reserved for my birthday. It's a nice hotel in Ribeauvillé, about an hour south of here. I'm bummed about not doing something more exotic. I tried but everything's either booked or closed this time of year. I'm spending my 50th in Alsace. Oh great... But it has a pool, a jacuzzi and a view. That's all I need for 48 hours.
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