Okay, the first part of Operation Plastic Surgery is underway.
I have an appointment on September 8th with my mastectomy surgeon. Rumour on the street is that she’ll rattle the other guy’s cage to get me in earlier.
I can hope.
Oh yay for me. I was stung by a bee today.
Ouch! And a lovely welt to boot.
Vince’s comment? It’s good for arthritis and joint health. Thank you dear heart. Can we now find words relevant to me and the ouchie??
Good thing these only happen once every 7 years or so.
I feel a little bit like a little kid, but it’s cloudy and there’s THUNDER today.
In 8 years in Victoria, I only heard one rumbles once. Today it’s been going on since about 2 p.m. off and on.
Rain is threatening, but no sign yet.
Sometimes the simple things are enjoyable.
“The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out; the brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something.” ~ Randy Pausch
I strategized with my GP and my Breast Health navigator as to how to reduce the wait time to get in to the plastic surgeon. All agreed that I need to go back to my mastectomy surgeon for a “follow up” appointment. We all believe once Alison finds out why I’m there, she’ll make things move faster.
It’s worth a try.
Yesterday’s appointment card went a long way to helping with the blues I have been in this week. You see, I tried to ignore it this year. But the fact is, I’m just too conscious of this date. And a lot emotional. Well, I was simply emotional until yesterday and now I’m at “a lot” emotional. Tears abound.
So let’s take stock together.
- I lost my breasts.
While I am comfortable with the “no breast” state I am in, I do miss the girls.
- I lost my naivete.
We all know we’re going to die, few of us face our mortality so blatantly. I know now what it means to be alive.
- I lost my self-confidence.
Emotionally this proved to be the most disturbing to me.
I am slowly regaining this confidence, but it is a gradual process.
- I have permanent nerve damage in my feet.
- I have permanent nerve damage in one finger on my left hand.
I’d love to figure out how or why only one finger was affected, let alone why only one hand when it’s both feet.
- I have lymphedema.
Controlled, thank goodness.
- I have an indigestion problem that may never resolve.
- I have all the symptoms of menopause that make a woman crazy: hot flashes, overheating (lack of body temperature “control”) and insomnia.
- I have my priorities VERY straight.
Okay, this is a plus.
- I know who my family is.
And trust me, it’s not about blood, it’s about the heart.
- I know that each day is a blessing.
I believe in possibilities. Still.
Love to all.
Today I received a present in the mail from my oncologist.
The funny thing is, I heard the words but they obviously didn’t register. Back in May, Dr. Attwell said that he might “cut me loose” on the next appointment if all was going well. And at my last appointment, he said, “See you in five years.”
My present? An appointment card for my next appointment….in 2012. [And yes, I can do the math, that’s actually 4 years.]
Other than my cancer drug (Letrozole) and the follow up appointment this September for the radiation trial I participated in, I am done with the Cancer Centre.
OMG. Is it really possible??????
Many tears right now. For this and another reason to be made apparent tomorrow.
It appears that getting that consultation appointment is like wishing to win the lottery.
My doctor’s assistant was told that there is a two-year waiting list. But she’s not deterred. My file is on my doctor’s desk and she might try to call in a favour.
How ironic that should I have wanted plastic surgery last year at the time of my mastectomy, it would have been possible, but now I wait.
And wait and see we shall.
After much consideration and a couple queries from friends, I am making this public.
Part of me is embarrassed by this post and another part is very emotional still.
Okay, I have two confessions to make. If I’m going to be honest with myself and with everyone about this journey, I need to say two things.
- I didn’t think I’d be here, not two years after diagnosis; that’s how serious I took the type of cancer I had.
I thought this up to and including after my mastectomy surgery was done and the pathology was in.
- I didn’t deal with a plastic surgeon prior to now because I didn’t think that it was worth the cost to the resident’s of British Columbia for me to have reconstruction or otherwise because I didn’t think I’d be around long.
But the thoughts were there.
40,000 for Symphony Splash.
50,000 for Festival 150.
Wasn’t that a party?!!
Welcome to insanity in BC’s capital.
This year BC celebrates the 150th anniversary of the founding of the colony of British Columbia.
This weekend is a huge hoopla in the Inner Harbour around BC Day on Monday. Festival 150 events began on Friday, but today and tomorrow are BIG days. There is a festival market, other artisans, a local talent stage, etc. etc.
The biggest event today is Symphony Splash. The Victoria Symphony Orchestra plays a free concert from a barge in the Inner Harbour beginning at 4 p.m. with opening acts and then the symphony at 7:30 till 10 p.m. followed by fireworks. Every year this happens, but with the 150th celebrations, it’s a LOT more nuts. Usually a crowd of 40,000 turns up. In my first year out here, I went down with friends and it was beyond words spectacular. I’m still not going tonight though.
Tomorrow, there is a huge stage set up in front of the Parliament Buildings on the front lawn, and beginning at noon is a native ceremony and dance, a display by the Snowbirds and other acts until 4 p.m. when it’s Colin James, followed by Burton Cummings, followed by Sara McLachlin and finishing with Feist.
I plan on going down during the day tomorrow to check out the markets, etc. but I’ll avoid the worst of the crowds in the evening.