Stitches and all. Good god, I look like I am preparing to audition for the part of Frankenstein.  About 4 inches down from my right shoulder, I have a 3 inch suture which is surrounded by yellow/green/blue bruised skin. The entire back of my right hand is pretty much the same colour from the canula…

No, I don’t have to add ‘how cancer fucks you up #83’ by saying I’ve started bird watching.  I do however, have a dyed blue square on my boob approximately 2in x 2in big. Sorry for the TMI – but it is by my nipple and the actual surgery/scar is under my arm. The incision…

On the sofa in The Man’s house, him making dinner and all is well.  All seemed to take a very long time – although of course I was knocked out for 80% of that time. The surgery itself I don’t think took much more than an hour or so, the tecovery time was as long…

Since I clearly look so incredibly hot in my theatre gown, compression socks, dressing gown and slipper socks.    

Up at 5.30am, leaving at 6.45am, fasting from 7.30am…and bloody surgery not until around 1.30pm!  Finally get to have my General anaesthetic…however, I only actually get to sleep for just over an hour..ffs. I am sure there will be more to come since I have 2 procedures prior to surgery and of course hours of…

Not that I am sure being a grown up is what I am aiming for…but for lack of a better term since I am on my first cup of coffee… I may feel grown up, but have been called a chipmunk, hamster and squirrel over the last days – suffice to say the bloating still…

The swelling is completely normal. Not that anyone thought to tell me before today – but Fiona, the lovely surgeon, told me today. It is very common after chemo and can last for a few weeks. Phew. 

Went in today for my surgery pre assessment visit followed by an appointment with the surgeon. This was after I was told my health insurance has been cancelled. HR had told me that I was covered for this month, and to get my surgical pre authorization letter before switching to the insurance I will be…

I’ll be in The Marsden, likely having had my lymph node radiated, excessively grumpy due to no caffeine since 6am and begging for a general anaesthetic. I’ve been waiting for the latter for 6 bloody months…missed out on it when I got my port fitted as they did it by local in Jordan…on my list…

Or perhaps its there all the time…but I could swear I’ve had some (relatively speaking) lucid times over the past days. Although I do keep getting reminders that I am perhaps not as present as I think I am. 2 nights ago, Hayley comes into my room saying ‘we must book the kids hair…’ then…

Has to be a good sign! Can’t be restless when you are completely exhausted…well, at least I can’t.  Kids dad over and with them at home for a few days, I’m at The Man’s since Saturday, back home tomorrow, Hayley with a friend and…I am restless. Edgy perhaps is a better word. This day in…

I wonder how many Friday’s it will take before I stop celebrating the fact I don’t have to go for chemo? Feels bloody good today, as the first of I hope many, many more. Tired today, but neither yesterday nor today was the haze as thick, more just normal exhaustion. Ha – also wonder how…