Got Ink? I do!

My very first tattoo.  Somehow I always imagined there would be mass quantities of alcohol to go along with my first tat.  No such luck.

I had an appointment Friday with the radiation oncologist.  I was scheduled to get a CT scan and discuss the plan for treatment.  Must have been my lucky day because I got a bonus.   The radiation requires that I have a special form made for my body, so that was done while I was in the CT room.  Then the tech said he had to make some marks on me.  No worries, I am well aware of how the white coats love to color.  He told me it might sting a little.  I wondered what kind of marker he was using that would sting.  Holy crap!  Before I knew it I was a marked woman.  Literally, marked with a tattoo.  He told me I was going to get 5 more.  I asked for a shot of tequila.  He did not even smile.

Never again will I tease Mounds about doodling on my chest.  At least he just uses a Magic Marker not a tattoo gun.  

My journey through the wild, wacky world of breast cancer has now entered the land of the glow.  I am about to become my very own nightlight.  I start giggling when I realize with my bald head and special radiation glow, I will look like a super sized Glow Worm doll like my kids had when they were young.  

I will have 5 weeks of radiation and then more chemo.   My hair is finally starting to come in.  Nifty little peach fuzz that will fall out again in a few months.  My eyebrows have decided to come back grey.  Really?  Looks like my follicles have a sense of humor.


Doing good!

Doing good!

The second surgery went well. I totally flaked on posting an update the day after.
I got to go home on Thursday, which in hindsight, might have been a bad idea. Thursday night was rough, lots of bleeding from one of the incisions and pain. Darn it if I could not find that wonderful little morphine button that made the pain go away from the first surgery.
Tried to take it easy over the weekend. By taking it easy, I mean bed rest was not in the cards but I did try to be kind to my battered old body. That was probably the wrong choice of words. Now I can’t stop thinking about foods that are battered and fried.
Today I go back to Dr Mounds to find out how he felt the surgery went. I vaguely remember speaking with him while I was in the recovery room. I also vaguely remember pink dancing elephants there. Pretty sure the hospital does not allow dancing pink elephants. This morning I will try to focus and ask questions about what he found when he got in there. Of course, by now, we all know he will say he found fat.
I am anxious to find out the pathology results. Fingers crossed that we get great news from the lab.
After I heal from the latest surgery, I will go get some radiation. I have been told it feels like a bad sunburn so I will just visualize a day at the beach. Surely, those pesky dancing pink elephants won’t be at the beach.
Have a great day.

Tomorrow is the big day

We are fast approaching second surgery day.   I don’t think I am nervous about the actual surgery.  Just nervous about what they find when they get in there.  I am hoping this will be an out patient procedure, I really don’t like staying in hospitals.  Other than the morphine.  Morphine is definitely a bonus.

My current treatment plan is surgery tomorrow, start radiation in approx 3 weeks.  5 weeks of radiation and then whatever chemo cocktails they have planned for after that.  So far, it sounds like all of 2013 will be devoted to fighting breast cancer.  That is fine with me as long as this disease realizes that it needs to be outta here by Dec 31.  2014 will not be a repeat of 2013, thank you very much.

I will try to post an update tomorrow.