My Chemo Date is Revealed

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May 21st, 2015, 12:30pm. This will be session 1 for my chemotherapy.

My neighbour doesn’t like the word chemo and wants to use a new word for it. If you have any ideas, send them through and we’ll brain storm tomorrow over coffee to come up with a word she will be happier with.

Guess what I worked out a week ago, the most annoying boob of the two is the one who was taken. You know that pesky hair or two we all have on a boob? Well sucked in leftie, you had the hair and you can no longer annoy me anymore with that hair. And don’t you ladies pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. There is usually that one chin hair and one boob hair, both of which get really annoying as you age because they are harder to pluck due to failing eyesight! Well, one hair down. Now, I hope I don’t get chin cancer because I can deal with that one. Having said all that, there wont be many hair problems for me for a while anyway.

On a puppy dog note, Kelly is getting better on her antibiotics and her cough is reducing. Brady doesn’t seem to be showing any signs of having this Kennel Cough so there’s a bit of good news for my babies.

Remember the conversation I had with my Granny because I wanted her to knit me a square so I could have a piece of my Granny to take to chemo with me? Well, here it is and I Love it! Pictured with it are the lovely crystals sent to me from my  cousins Kelly and Sherri. People have been so generous and kind.

Not Another Boob!!??

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.

Having Cancer is soooo Boring

I am feeling so out of sorts these days and I can’t really work out why and don’t give me the answer that it might well be because I have stage 3 breast cancer and only one breast left.

These feelings are weird though because I had a sensational weekend. My lovely sister and family came over from Perth to surprise Mum for mothers day (which worked because she was so very surprised), I was absolutely and utterly spoilt rotten by my daughter and her girlfriend with beautiful gifts, flowers from my mum and a wonderful care package from my sister. Bubbles and a huge lunch with all of the people just mentioned and Sams mum and Michael came over, John and Clare also popped in. It was a house of noise and fun and laughter and bubbles.

So, why am I so all over the place? I can’t stay awake long enough to read my book and yes, am still tacking 1984 by George Orwell but finally, am interested in it.

Our poor girl Kelly (Staffy x Bull Mastiff) has kennel cough that my darling Brady boy must have bought home from the grooming salon. Mind you, Brady isn’t unwell at all, only Kelly.

Sam has been unwell and he is never unwell so for him to take time off work and go to the doctors tells me that yep, he really is sick. Maybe I have the virus thingy from our flu shot like the doctor told Sam. Apparently a few people have been struck down with this virus from having this years flu injection. I don’t care if I have the virus because seriously, it is so much better than having the flu.

Anyway, I don’t know what is up with me. If I am not sleeping, I am scrolling through facebook in total boredom. Maybe it is because I haven’t had this much time off work for forever. My brain isn’t being used. My body isn’t being used either. Oh and get this, Auntie Flo is back! Already! Surely it hasn’t been four weeks already has it? Actually, it might have been. I can not be bothered going back over the blogs so we’ll just wonder…..

I took Brady for a walk this arvo at about 3:30pm (when I had gotten out of bed after my second sleep of the day) and boy it was cold. I am talking icy cold. You know how people have ice cold showers or walk up icy mountains and talk about it being absolutely and amazingly invigorating…. yeah well, I don’t get that because I was cold and shivering and all I wanted was to be back home and in front of the combustion fire with our sick Kelly.

Onto cancer news, my fake boob is growing again so that means I get to go and see Mr James Kollias again and have my 22 or so big needled syringes be shoved into the wound to suck it all out. I am seeing my oncologist on Thursday. Other than that, I shall continue to heal from what everyone keeps reminding me is major surgery.

I’ll be honest though, it is all a little sore at the moment but I guess that is because the fluid is building up again in the wound area. I am also getting itchy which, as they say, is a part of the healing process. I have those dis solvable stitches but if they don’t dissolve some day soon, I’ll pull the bloody things out myself.

One thing I really must remember to do in the next day or two is visit the dentist. Apparently this is an absolute MUST to do before chemo or radiotherapy because a lot of damage can be done to your mouth through chemo. People have lost teeth from having chemo so I need to get my little choppers looked at. Yay, another expense we just dont need.

Today I permit you all to call me Debbie Downer xx