So, it would seem that my ‘wound’ just loves to collect fluid and it looks like I am growing a new boob. Remember a while back when I thought I might be a medical miracle? When I thought I had a new boob growing in the area where the old, cancer filled boob had been removed. Now, it’s back.
This shouldn’t bother me because also remember the 22 huge needle syringes that went into the area to take away the fluid build up? Well, I am worried because I am getting more and more feeling back in that area. This time, if my surgeon doesn’t give me some sort of local numbing agent or general knock thing, it ain’t gonna happen. You may well raise your eyebrows but YOU have not seen the size of the needle. And remember how many times he stuck that thing in my pretend boob? 22 times. That is a lot of times into the one area while he sucked out so much disgusting fluid.
So, I shall cross my fingers, toes and what ever I can in the hope that it is not done al’natural.
Tomorrow I visit my oncologist and book in all the wonderful cancer killing chemotherapy.
I will be totally honest, I had absolutely no concerns about chemo what so ever. That was, until I read a fellow bloggers blog on ‘after the chemo’. Her first chemo post was great. I was bragging to Dr Hands (Sam) about how well she did and she even took selfies. I did advise that like me, she was HER2 positive and therefore the chemo went for 5 hours instead of 2 hours. I was blah blahing about how wonderful it was and how I was fine with it all until today.
Today she wasn’t going so well. She wrote about one of my favourite things, poo, but even I was aghast with that was coming out of her body. I will try and link or join or something to her blog because like me, she doesn’t leave anything to the imagination.
Friends like Jodie, perhaps dont read what she has to say but all others, go hard! She writes beautifully about poop but now it is all becoming a bit too real. I don’t care about the hair loss. I don’t care about being tired. Being as big as I am, I don’t care about losing my appetite but man, the stuff that came out of her bum has me worried.
Be prepared, I feel I might just be writing a very similar blog to her soon. What did make me sad is that she had planned a big get together for Mothers Day (from memory) and really struggled through the meal, the being awake for it all when all she wanted to do was be home in bed.
I assume that her family and friends, just like mine will be, would have been fine with her pulling out even though she had planned it all. You can not know how you will feel after chemo can you? Some people seem to breeze through it and others, don’t go so well.
A close friend of mine wrote that she was at work one day, wig on, pasty face, and was spitting pieces of teeth. I have been advised by my breast care nurses to have a dental check before I go to chemo. I must say, I did have a giggle at her description of spitting teeth bits.
A bit of sad news today is that both of my babies now have kennel cough. My poor boy Brady Bailey-Wilkinson (as seen in the featured image) is showing early signs of the kennel cough where as Kelly has proven the antibiotics have worked a treat. Gone is the Kelly of yesterday and last night who couldn’t sleep or snuggle enough to the Kelly of our usual days racing around the house, chasing Brady and toys. She still stops in front of the combustion fire to warm up and sleep but is much better. Bradys cough has only just started so I’ll take him off to the vet tomorrow and get him his antibiotics to get him better.