Today, I have only one drain left!
Grenade and tubing coming out of my body. I had 2 on one side (where lymph nodes were removed) and one the other. |
The other problem I have is that I have a hard time disguising them in my clothing. As you can see in the picture (I made these black and white to spare you some of the grossness), they are gross and disturbing. So I don't really like to stroll around and display them for the world to see. When I got the first one out they weren't so bulky to hide. Mom got me these hoodies that have pockets on the inside and I just put the grenade pieces in the pockets. This has worked really well except for the days that it is warm.
Looks like I got gatted. |
Anywho - the happiness I feel with getting the drains out is offset with the fear of chemo. Once all drains are out, I will have to start chemo. I would guess that by Friday of next week, I will start chemo. YIKES!
Everything else is going OK. I am in a significant amount of pain, which sucks. My chest, the underside of my arms and part of my back are extremely sensitive to the touch. It feels like stubble rubbing on a really really bad sunburn and then getting goosebumps on the sunburn. It's pretty terrible. Even my clothes touching me hurts. So wearing the hoodies, although excellent at hiding the drains, is painful. Apparently, when they were chopping off the boobs, they had to cut through a major nerve. This is what is causing my pain. I also have weird phantom pains. Like my nipples are on fire, but wait, remember you don't have nipples? Yeah, it's weird to me too.
So sometimes I just have to lay on the couch with a soft tank top on, arms propped up and doped up on the pain pills. This makes me feel pretty bad about myself. Like I should be so much further along and out and about and doing stuff. Sigh. Its only been 2 weeks - people keep reminding me of this. I'm just so impatient.
And to top all of this off my mom left me here to fend for myself. Not really. I mean she did leave, but only to encourage me to move forward in my healing process. Mom was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO helpful to me, emotionally and otherwise, while she was here. I miss her. Now I have to ask for help. And I hate it. And this makes me feel bad about myself.
Maybe things aren't great. But I'll say they are OK.
Here are some pictures of me doing fun stuff despite all of the bad stuff:
Bulls Game one week post surgery - big head (me), teeny head (Anna), small head (Lindsey) |
Movie Night with 5 gallon Coke and Popcorn - 2 week post surgery - Me and the Misch |
Do you play cribbage? I could come over, and we could play cribbage.
ReplyDeletePlease don't feel bad about asking for help from your friends. They want to help you as much as I did and are ready and willing for you to just say the word.
ReplyDeleteMiss you too - Mom
So proud of you for doing fun stuff!! Keep kicking ass! Love ya, Sara c.
ReplyDeleteCRIBBAGE? Hmm, I don't even know what that is, but maybe I should learn.
ReplyDeletecribbage is fun. amy taught me how to play, too. but tell her to go easy on you, because it's a game she's played all her life and she'll kick your arse! she kicked mine. ;-)
ReplyDeletedoing fun stuff is vital, i'm so impressed with you, melinda! you totally kick ass.
here's to kicking ass! (at being you AND playing cribbage)