Had a lovely day at the hospital yesterday. Met with my Medical Oncologist to see how things are and what’s next on the agenda. We made an appointment with my Radiology Oncologist to see how that is going to play out and how long that treatment will be. Then I went over to my Surgeon and he drained a bunch of fluid out of me. Which means no physical therapy yet. I have to lay low for another week to make sure the fluid has gone down. I meet with him again next week to see where we are with that. If the fluid doesn’t slow down and stop he’s threatening to put the tubes back in. I told him this was not an option….I’m not doing the tubes again!!! So if the world goes right, they will drain out minimal fluid next week and then sign me up for Physical Therapy so I can get my range of motion back. Then I can start Radiation and do that for a few weeks. Then once radiation is complete do the immunotherapy. Then we can see where I am with all this. Still a lot of things to go through but should be pretty much on the down slope of this craziness.
So I’m going to try really hard to be good this week and not do anything crazy like clean and laundry and anything else that uses my upper chest muscles and upper arms. I did get told I can walk around, but I can’t go swinging my arms around like crazy. Fine. I think this part is driving me the most crazy. It’s like you finally feel good physically for the most part and you just want to get up and do everything like normal. (isn’t that cute that I think of the word normal?)
Fine. I will continue to chill out and do this healing thing for another week. But after that…it’s on. Seriously though, the hardest part is trying to get comfortable at night without using your arms to move your body. The recliner and my back are no getting along anymore so I’ve moved into the guest room with a fortress of pillows (and the dog). I’m fine once I get all set up, but until then it’s about hell. Cleo has been very good about just sleeping next to me to keep an eye on me. Okay really she just likes to be able to sleep on the bed with me.
Also went to support group yesterday. I hadn’t been the last few times because of surgery, so it was nice to see everyone and catch up a bit. I wasn’t going to go because I had a drs appt at the same time, but did make the last 10 minutes of the session and then we all sat around and talked for like 45 minutes. They are a pretty good group.
The hair is growing back finally. On my head I can actually get enough to pull it a bit. Eyebrows are slowly coming back as well as eyelashes and hair on my arms! And I think I may actually have to shave my legs soon! I’m not sure I’m too excited about that one…it was really nice not shaving my legs! Everything is at fuzzy birds nest stage. Shouldn’t be long before I’m rockin the pixie look.
I’m starting to kind of get used to my scars. Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Right now putting on certain shirts is a little hard. Trying to keep everything baggy at this point. If it was cooler I could at least wear a scarf but not yet. By hard I mean not just hard to get into something that slips over the head but emotionally to see. I mean you go all this time with breasts and then you don’t have them. Not that I particularly liked them anyway, but it’s just the principle of the whole thing I guess. I do think I’m going to be okay eventually just being able to take them off at the end of the day. And it is going to make exercising so much easier.
I haven’t gotten the official pathology report back (which I so should have seen this by now!) but I guessing it was about 5 lbs in breast/tumor tissue. If I had to guess. But I’m down 12 lbs in all since surgery. Once I’m cleared to exercise I have a whole new plan. The body looks much different without the breasts in the way….so totally different perspective.

