A Humorous Look at the Bright Side of Cancer... and There Is One
I can hardly wait to stop taking Vicodin. (Remember my last dream while I was taking this stuff?) For Pete’s sake, my mastectomy was back on January 21. I missed church this morning to dream about: 1. I was friends with Annabella Sciorra from Law & Order: Criminal Intent. She had just kidnapped a baby […]
Continue Reading »During my first Herceptin infusion, I was smiling away, banking on the fact that so many nurses told me it was going to be a “cakewalk” compared to the “Red Devil” chemotherapy I’ve had in the past. Two days later, after the constant nausea (thought I was all done with that) and the fatigue (which […]
Continue Reading »The few things I learned from the doctor yesterday: 1. A mastectomy–rather than a lumpectomy–was the right choice for me due to the spread of cancer they found. 2. Four out of eleven lymph nodes taken showed cancer (after chemotherapy) which means I will be advised to do radiation. 3. The nurse’s scale was way off. […]
Continue Reading »The “happy traveling nurse” came again yesterday to take my temperature, chide me for going out the day before, drain the tubes, and… weigh me. She’s the first one to do that. Guess I can’t hide anywhere. I was so shocked to see that I had lost 10 pounds since the last time I was […]
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I went to a writing class yesterday, overdid it, and paid for it later by having to double up the Vicodin. Last night, I had some more wacky dreams: 1. I was shot by a Safeco salesman and had only ten hours left to live; don’t ask me how I knew that, but that’s the […]
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They say that Vicodin causes constipation, but I’m wondering if it also causes strange dreams: 1. Detective Eames (maybe I’m watching a few too many Law & Order: Criminal Intent episodes during my hiatus) and I were running from a gun-toting bear in a park and decided to walk to Disneyland instead. 2. A woman […]
Continue Reading »I’m thinking of going out in public tomorrow and have come to the conclusion that I’m more self-conscious about the amount of hair on my head than the fact that I have a gaping hole where my right boob used to be. Go figure. Hey, a pun. Oh boy, too much Vicodin. I’m laughing at […]
Continue Reading »This morning, I washed the little bit of hair that I have, took a bath, put on jeans and an over-the-head shirt instead of sweats and a zip-up jacket (this might not sound like much, but, after a mastectomy, this is huge), cleaned my face, put on moisturizer, applied makeup, and brushed my teeth. It only […]
Continue Reading »Let’s just say that Nurse “B” is proud of me and we’ll leave it at that.
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