Well so I haven’t mentioned poor abused and microwaved left breast for a little bit.  She was having a post-zappage vacation but alas she is having a rashy little issue. 

Yes, and I am so tired of talking about my post radiation skin, but the skin is sensitive yet like leather, and is healing (I have been using my creams still as my radiation oncologist instructed me) yet in the chest/neck zone that was radiated along with the breast area there has sprouted a fresh crop of bumps – very rashy looking.  I am ignoring the itchy part of it.  Just slathered the creams.

The breast itself is looking much less swollen and is starting to deflate to what its new shape will be post lumpectomy.  The jury is still out, but I will tell you what, my scars are really healing nicely.  My surgeon had amazing tiny stitches and the way she did the actual tumor cut on my breast was like a zipper around my left nipple and it is really healing well.  And it’s but a thin flat slightly dark line now where the lymph nodes were extracted.

And my hair is looking better slowly too.  Radiation took its toll there as well.  It changed texture, and I don’t know if that will change or not.  But the radiation definitely made it limp and listless. I  also don’t care what anyone says about only breast cancer chemo makes you lose your hair but during the 7 weeks I had radiation I shed a LOT of hair. I did not go bald like with chemo but I shed and shed and shed.   A LOT more than normal.  The shedding has started to slow down a couple weeks out of radiation.

In other I feel like Methuselah today news, I still have a low-grade fever although main fever is gone.  I am starting to be able to breathe again, but am still all wheezy sneezy and feel like a mucinex ad.  But I am definitely feeling better than I was.  And yes, I know, I really, actually and truly have to rest to get over this.  And yes, I am finally accepting after getting whacked with the sick of it all that my immune system is going to take its own sweet time getting back to normal.

A friend of mine has a friend living in England somewhere who is now living with a diagnosis a few weeks.  But apparently with nationalized healthcare it’s like taking a ticket at the deli counter so she hasn’t been scheduled for surgery yet.  I know nothing about healthcare in the UK and I know I have some British and Irish readers, so if you could weigh in on the comments section I would like to know more.  Because call me crazy, we’re not boiled ham, salami, and provolone sliced thin.

I am trying to return to normal, but I have to tell you, it’s 10 a.m. and I am tired already.  Well I am still not sleeping right since I got sick last week so maybe that has something to do with it. I also have very little voice, so I am not talking much, even to house plants.

And I am going to throw something out there for discussion that has nothing to do with breast cancer.  It falls into the category of “why do women behave this way?”  So there is this chick – she has never met me, yet she seems to feel free to judge me.   What did I or any of the many other people you sit in judgement over ever do to you?   The answer of course is nothing.

Now this Chiquita banana knows exactly who she is and well, a word to the wise my dear: I am less tolerant than ever since dealing with the whole breast cancer of it all.  As opposed to you, I know life is too short for B.S.  And I think being a mean girl is distinctly passé.  Women are meant to be individuals. Not cookie cutter images of one and other.  That kind of stopped with the Brownie uniforms.  So give it up sister, it’s a losing battle.

No fake pink rubber or plastic trees were harmed in the writing of this blog post.