I made it but ....

Petunia the pretty purple powerport is a pain! (I just had to name it.)

I'm going to go find some drugs and lay down now. My dad and Anthony took me to Red Robin (yum) and I'm full to the brim.

I did need the support of my bunny. Thanks again to Charlene. I'll fill you all in later.

Grrrr... I blame Bob

We all know that if Bob hadn't acted up, I wouldn't be in my current situation.

No, I'm not talking about surgery, chemo and radiation - I'm talking about not being able to eat after 8pm and not being able to drink after midnight. Once again I am forced into self-discipline. I HATE THAT!

It doesn't matter that I'm not really hungry. It's the point. Sigh. I'm going to go get a drink and lay down. Maybe I'll fall asleep and wake up just in time to get ready to go to the hospital for the PowerPort installation. Sigh...

On the hand, I am gearing up for my new chemo hair. I am going to have Lina's father cut my hair just like Halle Berry and then dye it strawberry blonde. Or vice versa - I can never remember which goes first. Then later but before August 1 (first chemo date) I will be putting pink stripes/chunks/things in. I was going to try and do it this week but Bob was fussing too much and I couldn't even think straight.

I did find out that my echo was good. I do have a heart and it is working properly. This was based on the authority of my crack medical team Jessica and Casey. :) Jessica also told me that I have another 100 years. WooHoo. I now can sleep easier now. Well not as good as if I could have a snack or something right before bed but almost.

Bob gets a new home

Whew - Bob is definitely high maintenance. I had to go get a new compression bra because Bob is a bit bloated (aka edema.) It is more comfortable than even the sports bras I've been trying to wear but... there's just soooo much to it. Check it out here. And the cost OY! $270 for that bad boy. Hopefully insurance kicks in some cash because that's an awful lot of money for something that won't even get me a date (and if it did that person would scare me and I should run far far away.) I plan on getting some matching granny pants just to keep the ensemble fresh.

I also went for my echo today. I think it went well. :) I was nervous even though I knew it wouldn't hurt. All they do is throw some gel stuff on your chest and then rub that thing all over - stopping every once in a while just to get your heart racing. I was sure he was going to find something wrong. Like so wrong - they'd have to yell code blue and then throw me on some stretcher and race me thru the hosp. Me, holding on tight to the scratchy towel that was all that was keeping Bob from the whole world.

Thankfully that didn't happen. Unfortunately for the tech, my sister wasn't with me so I babbled like I've never babbled before. Seriously - I was telling this guy EVERYTHING! I don't know what came over me. Don't be surprised if you're walking down the street one day and some guy says hey aren't you so-and-so? Donna told me all about you.

That is how much I babbled.

Next adventure PowerPort implated port this Friday. It's a pretty purple. :)

PS Ben - I'm sorry I haven't talked to you in soooo long. I wanted you to know why and meant to send a seperate note to you but got too caught up in trying to blog. lol I was so happy to finally have it not be all contorted. Now I have to figure out why I can't keep spacing between paragraphs.

Jessica - my PA :) I'm only doing so well because you've taken such good care of me. :)

Susan - I'm so sad I missed Monday. I can't wait to hear more about plastic fusing. I've got images in my mind - may even keep me up nights. lol

Take care guys...

Let's try this again...

Okay so much for trying out a new blogging thingy. I really liked the template for Vox but everyone was having a hard time with it so I gave up.

Back to Blogger.

This time around it's been much more complicated but I'm "rolling with it." :)

I'm sure I'll be my typical rambling self but wanted to sort of set the tone before I start going thru the really "cancery" stuff. I've been feeling kind of like a fraud since the surgery (partial mastectomy with sential node biopsy) didn't really feel any different than any other kind of treatment I guess. I think it's the whole chemo and radiation that really sets cancer treatment apart. I'm getting the jitters thinking about what the next few months will be like. Logically I know - gotta do what you gotta do - but sometimes I feel like running. Ha - where I don't know and with all the weight I gained after stopping smoking I'd probably pass out after 10 feet.

But I'd bet my feet would still be moving. ;)

The next step in the adventure is an echo on Wednesday the 23rd.

Deep down I am sure they are going to find something crazy. I seem to attract the odd and unusual. Now I don't normally mind that. I at times embrace it. It's just starting to get awfully old when it comes to my health.

I quit smoking December 2007 -I finally schedule my first "baseline" mammogram because work was having healthy living month...

I get diagnosed with cancer in May 2008

Everyone keeps yelling at me to stop drinking Coke - go on a low salt diet.

Forget it!

I don't want to have name my right breast!

PS If you want to catch up on the beginning click on Vox above.