I am free!!! I have been emancipated!!!
I am still under the watchful eye of the Radiation Oncologist and Medical Oncologist.
Sigh.
I have been waiting for the You-Are-Now-Cancer-Free-Moment to arrive, but I have been getting these super vague probability and statistics answers...
Today I was passed from service to service. From Radiation Tech to Nurse to Radiation Oncologist. I have a pretty nasty burn on my leg and I have been following all the treatments to make it better...today they starting talking about it "breaking open"
Gah. That sounds nasty.
Today it was painful enough that I succumbed to taking Tylenol for it. I can't wear pants, I can't even wear knickers--all of it chafes my skin and irritates it.
So I sit here--celebrating my last radiation appointment with a glass of water. Wooo! Party!
They said that I would still feel the effects of the treatment for 7-10 days, take it easy, don't get depressed, don't try to do too much. The Rad Onc feels that I should be on the "upswing" by October.
She missed the memo -- I am headed back to work AND I have asked a friend to be my personal trainer to get my energy back. I can't climb 3 flights of stairs without being winded. That. Has. To. Stop.
I have a feeling I am the one missing the memo......Like that hasn't happened before.
I told this story this weekend, it got laughs so I am going to try and tell it here.
Melissa and I went to Chatters prior to the wedding to have her eyebrows waxed. When we were done, I took the woman's card and told her when my eyebrows come in I would have her clean them up for me.
So--a couple weeks ago, I had convinced myself to stop looking for hair. I let them come. I didn't pluck anything.
Then one day over a week ago, I see a stray eyebrow and I lean into the bathroom mirror to get it when...
BAM! I see it.
A Hitler mustache hanging out under my nose! Under my very nose!! How dare they!
So I run to my purse, get the card out of my wallet and make an emergency call to Chatters.
They can squeeze me in.
Thank. You. Jesus.
So, I had my lip waxed and although they have tried to come back...they broke off and fell out.
This could all be over...and we are back to normal. No more mustaches.
On the hair front, I have a lot of hair. It's just really, really short. I do have an admission to make. A few weeks back when the hair was just starting to sprout and I had a panic attack that it was actually blonde.
Ya, not so much as WHITE! You heard me, WH-IIIITE.
As the week as progressed it has gotten darker and darker, more like my normal black/brown hair. Yes, I am thankful.
And it is growing amazingly fast. I almost have a full head of hair, there are a few places where they are lagging behind, but they have been through a lot so I am trying to be patient with them as they catch up with the rest of the gang.
By Christmas, I could actually give myself a real live hair cut!
Best. Day. EVER!
She has no idea.
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