If anyone thought that I would be in bed recovering for ages after this op – you in da wonggg lab. It’s been a bit painful and taking medication is not fun (I don’t even like taking paracetamol), but it’s been alright! I suppose the medication thing is just something I will have to get used to! It’s been two weeks now since the big op and today marks 4 weeks since the original ultra sound. Recovery is going great guns; I haven’t taken a single pain killer since Monday morning! My movement is restricted, however I am spending time every day doing physio exercises and massaging; I am definitely seeing improvements. Much to my mothers’ dismay, I am considering getting back into some light exercise. Does anyone want to do the bridge to bridge with me? (Jokes, Ma). I will start by going for a walk or possibly sitting on the bike at the gym. I am really not keen on letting my body waste away.
The breast cancer institute provided me with a psychologist appointment the other day, so I went and sat with her for an hour or so and chatted about life. I was more interested in finding out what the ‘normal’ reaction is for people that find themselves in this situation and how they cope with it. She told me some stories about ladies that have been diagnosed with breast cancer that have no support network, no family, are pregnant, single mums with 3 kids, really devastating stuff. It made me think that things could just be so much worse. With the life I have had leading up to this, I don’t think I could have been more prepared, or supported, to handle the sitcho. The amount of ridiculous injuries I have endured that have seen me hospitalised, in a moon boot, sling, on crutches or on the couch indefinitely, were like training sessions (however, the pain of this is nothing on the Richter Scale of pain compared to the 2011 episode of the humerus shattering dodgeball debacle). Lots of things just seem to be falling into place, for example Ash, Nikki and I were supposed to be moving house and had already handed in our notice to cease the lease (rhyming is fun). So the timing of that has been perfect to allow me to move home and be waited on hand and foot by my slaves family and friends. I have a ridiculously large support network of family and friends who are hectically superb.
Before all this hoo ha started, I had planned on chopping my hair off and donating it to the Pantene Beautiful Lengths programme. A beautiful person once told me that change is as good as a holiday, so I thought there would be no better time than to do it now, while my hair is still healthy. My amazing fam got in on the action and we all went to see the lovely ladies at ‘Do’ in Glenbrook to transform us into the Bob Brigade. If anyone has hair long enough, I totes recommend you get the chop and donate it. It has to be 20cm long (which sounds like a lot bit it isn’t really) and not dyed. If you have short hair, maybe you could grow it for this specific purpose; it’s an awesome cause. Here is the link: http://www.beautifullengths.com.au/?gclid=CJmk-d3-5L0CFVSSvQodAwIAZA
In between the gazillion appointments I have been attending, I have really enjoyed hearing from everyone and catching up with all my loved ones. I get my energy from people; I think over the next few months I am going to need more of an energy reserve than I ever have before!
I’m also spending time trying to read up on nutrition for oncology patients and have found that there is A LOT of conflicting information, lots to do with alkalising and detoxing etc. Main things I have learnt are to cut out alcohol, lower your meat intake (I’ve been a pescatarian for years.. meaning the only meat I eat is fish) and eliminate processed food. If anyone has any past experience, tips, expertise or advice, I would love to hear from you.
I’ve learnt in the past few weeks the amount of stigma involved with the word cancer; lots of people are scared of it. I hate the word, but as my wonderful cousin Kristy said; it is just a word. Yes it’s different to what people are used to and it causes a lot of anguish, but it’s just a word. Contradictory I know, but I think cancer might be able to be used as a cure for something. As Max Lucado has so eloquently put it, a lot of people spend time looking for a cure for the common life. I think cancer can be used as a cure for the common life. Seriously, everything tastes better, everything smells better and I have never felt so loved before in my life. You guys should try it, it’s wild.
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