So Friday was another big day…Bye bye Port! Although this marvelous invention had saved my veins (to some degree) for chemo administration he was a pain in the butt from day one! HE you ask, yes he, I had the surgeon in stitches as I described him like a bad boyfriend- He was there for a period of time, did a job, but really needed to go!
Simply put my body really never took to him, I was aware 24/7 that this device was in my chest. And unfortunately no amount of massage or osteopathic care ever got my muscles to relax and stop trying to reject him. Well he’s gone- and although the incision is sore it’s on the road to recovery. My blood work was very solid in advance of the procedure.
And speaking of solid Joel and I had made plans with cool people in the pre-cancer era as we say. It takes a lot for me to do, but worth every bit of energy. Now… being bald, with thinning eyebrows and no eyelashes (not even the magical Karly has enough to glue something too) learning to put on make up is a new adventure. What used to be is no longer… not to mention that the feeling is yet to fully return to my hands and feet! Glue on strip lashes and less is more seems to be the current way to go. It’s hard to see in pictures but the fuzzy hue isn’t a filter it’s hair growing back. Izzy affectionately calls me her baby hedgehog!
It’s all very wild, feels selfish and superficial but it’s all part of the journey in trying to feel more like me. For now I m embracing it. It’s ok, I know I look odd, of course I do my body hair fell out because of cancer. But it’s temporary and we will embrace what ever the new look is once the hair returns…
In the spirit of that don’t tell me I look beautiful (I appreciate those who have- but check out my blog "Things to say and not to say when your friend gets cancer") let keep it light, and funny because humour is an amazing medicine with little to no side effects!
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