More Notes To Self
Instead of using tape (or Bandaids as pointed out by blog readers) to hide the fact that I only have one nipple left following my mastectomy and also not wearing a bra, I thought I’d be smart and actually wear my old bra.
That was my first mistake.
I had an appointment set for yesterday morning with the radiation people and I knew it was too early for me to be there, so I called on Friday and told them that there was no way they were going to get my right arm above my head to make their permanent marks. It’s only been a month since my mastectomy for Pete’s sake and I always take a long time to heal. The nurse told me to come in anyway and “the doctor would look at it.” Like an idiot, I agreed.
I got up early, kept my daughter home from school so she could drive me, struggled into my bra, and arrived at the hospital muttering the whole way, “It’s too soon… it’s way too soon.”
Half an hour later, after painfully taking that stupid bra back off and putting a gown on when I could have been in bed sleeping, the doctor came in and said, “It’s too soon to do this; you’ll have to come back next week.”
NO KIDDING. And for the honor of him telling me that, I’ll get another hefty bill in the mail. What happened to me? I used to be so adamant and clear about what I wanted out of life. Now, I feel like a plodding mule.
To top it all off, my bra rubbed me raw in the spot where one of the drains used to be. The pain reminded me all day about how I should have stuck to my guns and cancelled the dang-blasted appointment.
I’m going to take my plodding mule butt to the phone right now and cancel next week’s appointment. They are not seeing me for another two weeks.
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Hey, that sounds more like the kicking mule I know. You tell ’em what’s what! Tell you what–you keep resting up, and we’ll keep praying for you.
I read once that mules are way smarter than horses. Horses want to please, so if a load is too heavy, they’ll just work themselves into the ground. Mules, on the other hand, stop and refuse to budge until the farmer fixes their load to a reasonable one. They’re happy to work once the load is one they can handle.
You go, girl. Love that plodding mule butt!
Abel,
Found another post I never commented on. I was too busy fighting with doctors apparently.
Here it is, over four years later, and I have never once regretted my decision to do radiation. I do not judge other women that choose to do radiation, but for myself, it was the right decision.
Hoo-rah!
-Marie
Debbie,
Like I told Abel, here’s another comment you left me that I totally ignored.
I am still as feisty as ever. This week, I’m fighting insurance companies and a debt collector that won’t let one little bill go.
I don’t think THEY love my plodding mule butt. Quite the opposite.
-Marie