We went to Spokane this past weekend. Boy did I walk. Friday hit over 11K steps. I haven’t done that since January. So needless to say I was hurting a bit the next few days. We had a really good time visiting with relatives and seeing the sights. Another state checked off my list.
Well when we got home there was a notice in the mail that I guess I’m scheduled for a CT scan and a DEXA scan on the 16th. Just when I stopped worrying from the whole NED (No evidence of disease) statement from my Dr I see the CT scan and start getting all worried. So I’ve been a mess. The DEXA scan is a bone scan to make sure that the chemo didn’t mess up my bones that much. I’m not real worried about that one. But I’m confused on the CT scan. I mean the dr said that I was clear…I was good to go. Now we are doing this. WHY!!!???? I’m sure it’s a formality but it made me realize that I’m going to be paranoid with every drs appointment and every little thing that doesn’t feel good. I mean the last few days I’ve not been feeling all that great. Of course my mind goes off the deep end. But I’m sure the humidity and weather have absolutely nothing to do with that (sarcasm).
One of my major issues in life is that I worry about nothing too much. While I was in Chemo I have to say, I was so laid back and didn’t worry about stuff. Of course I was so drugged up I don’t really remember much. I need to stop freaking out about every little thing. I can’t sit here and say everything will be fine with a clear conscience, but I can say I need to not worry about things I can’t control and live life every day. I tend to get caught up in the cancer ruling my life. Even post cancer it’s like a cloud that hangs over your head and you are just waiting. Well, I need to stop doing that. It’s not doing me or anyone around me any good.
The other thing I really really really need to pay attention to is what I eat. Besides the fact that my taste buds totally changed so did the way certain foods react with my body. Look…I’ve been eating french fries for a good 45 years now….and the other day I snubbed my nose up at them and chose a salad as a side. This is a huge change that I don’t know how the heck to take it! I mean…what the hell! FRENCH FRIES!!! And onion straws. I love onion straws. No, no I don’t like them any more. It’s like all of a sudden…I can’t stomach anything that was fried. (and they just put in a Panda Express in town…..I won’t even attempt it)
I suppose this is all a good thing. I’ve cut down on bread since my body seems to feel inflamed after I eat it. And wine. OH WINE. I don’t feel so hot after wine. That has to be one of the hardest things to accept in this new way of life. <sigh> Okay, so lets take count….no bread, no alcohol, no sugar, no fried anything, no potatoes. OH did I mention the smell of meat makes me ill. Especially red meat. I can take chicken if it’s cooked a certain way…but any more I’m okay just skipping the meat.
Well I have fought this eating thing for a few weeks now just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. And it truly seems that if it’s not a vegetable or a fruit I get sick after eating it. Fine whatever. But at least I’m alive to bitch about this stuff.

reconstructive surgery for months or years after our procedures. We can not wear prosthesis right away. We have to live with and face the raw reality every single day. And to much of people’s surprise there are even some women who choose to never have the reconstructive surgery. For myself I can not tell if I will feel differently in the future, but for what I went through with this surgery, I feel no real need right now to go under and have surgery to help boost my ego and make people around me more comfortable. I am getting to the point where I am starting to feel comfortable in my own skin, battle wounds and all. This is how I feel today. There is no telling my feelings a year or two from now. But I have learned to accept myself as I am right now and not worry too much of the future and what others may say or feel.



emotional and vulnerable situations I’ve ever had to face. It gets easier and easier with each day but I’m still pretty devastated. Hard to say if this is something that I will get used to and embrace over time. Pete and I have talked about getting a nice big tattoo across my chest. I’m seriously considering it.