A Humorous Look at the Bright Side of Cancer... and There Is One
Today, I went to join my writing group in Coupeville for the first time in months. What can I say? I’ve got three kids, a husband, a huge yard to maintain, housework (to ignore), breast reconstruction surgery to recover from… The whole way there–during my one-hour drive–I felt like screaming out the window, “I’m back […]
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It’s three weeks ago today that I had my stomach removed, my missing right breast replaced, my port removed, and my life thrown into turmoil in a good way and bad way. In my OCD mind, this means that I’m halfway through my recovery. If I heard/remembered all the information that the plastic surgeon […]
Continue Reading »My belly button kept me awake most of last night. While I realize this is not something a person hears every day, it really is the gosh-darn truth. I mean, good grief, that breast reconstruction surgery was almost three weeks ago already. The belly button seems to be healing slower than my newly-constructed boob. I […]
Continue Reading »Today is another momentous day for me. Hopefully, I get the rest of my stitches out. I’m not sure about that “belly button” the doctor created for me. It looks pretty raw. (You would be, too, if you were poked over and over again with a needle). I’m hobbling quietly around the house–it’s midnight, after […]
Continue Reading »Sleep. It’s a wonderful thing. I had a horrible time Friday, Friday night, and Saturday morning for the simple fact that I was running on an average of two hours of sleep per night. I was able to get some extra sleep last night. But, alas, all the peppermint and red raspberry tea I’ve been […]
Continue Reading »It’s been two weeks since my breast reconstruction surgery. A week ago, my brother-in-law, Michael, came to see me when I was “white as a ghost and not moving from the couch.” Today, he came with my sister, Brenda, and it was a totally different visit. I was upright, had taken a shower (by myself… […]
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Out of the mouth of babes (or 17-year-old sons)… the nurses thought Michael was pretty funny. Me? I’m glad I decided to have two boobies again. At least that’s what I keep telling myself every time I’m puking or groaning or feeling all around like I got hit by a bus.
Continue Reading »Speaking to women (Soroptimists) is easier than speaking to men (Rotary), I think. Men get a bit uncomfortable if you mention the words “breast, breast cancer, or boob.”
Continue Reading »I got mail this week from Nordstrom advising that for the month of October, I could come in for a “complimentary fit consultation.” The brochure goes on to say “Spirit, vibrancy, and zeal are yours with Amoena.” This is the company that manufactured my “form.” I admit the prosthesis is real looking, but spirit, vibrancy, […]
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