Ok. So it's been quite awhile since I shared what's the haps with my cancer and surgeries and junk. Well, let me make amends. Also, I must warn you that I will say quasi naughty words. Like nipples. Be prepared. Also, don't look at me, it's embarrassing.
Well my chemo ended in October. They tell me that it takes several months for chemo to work its way out of your system so therefore, it's only been since this month that I'm probably done with having affects of chemo. I'm not going to lie, they were no fun. When your body is poisoned from the inside out, lots of things go to pot. But cool things are happening. Like, my hair is growing and my nails don't look all weird and ridgy and junk.
I had implants put in at the end of November. They were SO MUCH STINKING BETTER THAN EXPANDERS. Seriously. It's like my boosies are breathing sighs of relief. I'm all nice and healed up and feeling quite perky. The Hubs is a fan.
So the next step: to get *whispers* nipples. I know. So risqué. Now. Let me tell you, this part is optional. I mean, really, having boosies period was optional. But this is super optional. So I'll go in next month for a little outpatient thingy where my awesome plastic surgeon will work his magic and create wee nipples for me. I've no idea how he'll do it and quite frankly, I hope I don't have to watch. He says he'll do something to do with cutting a bird shape and origami and...whatever. I've no idea what he means. I just know I'll wind up with nipples.
Also, I'll keep being poked and prodded and tested and such for any markers that indicate cancers anywhere else in my body. It's weird, people. It's like, my body has so many hiding places, you know? Like, there could be something evil lurking in my liver, or hiding behind my ovaries. It's like, a really really lame game of hide and seek.
At least, this is what I think about in my dark moments.
But mostly, I am full of the positivity. Who knew that deep down I was an optimist? Also, that will probably change. (hahahaah did you get that? What I just did there? hahaahahaha well if I have to explain it to you then it loses it's meaning. So.)
Another awesome thing happened. I got a new job. I was at my cancer center for an appointment in January and boom. The next thing I know, I am working there! I'm a Document Control Tech, Sr. which is a super fancy name for scanner. That's right. I get paid to stand at a copier and scan in gobs of papers. I like it. It's fun. I mean, aside from all the cancer surrounding me and such.
I should probably explain a little tho. I get weird looks and some outright straight forward questions when I talk about working at the facility where I go for treatment of cancer. And you know? I really can't explain it all that well. It's a great environment. I work for a company that works very very hard at making their patients feel at home and safe and comfortable. It's filled with compassion and empathy and kindness. Why would I not want to work there?
I did have a wee moment of ohmyGodgetmeoutofhere the other day when I happened into the infusion room where I used to get my chemo treatments. See, that's where the really good ice machine is. And so, I was filling my Tervis Tumbler full of crunchy ice when I heard some beeps coming from an infusion machine and it was like I couldn't get out of there fast enough. And, I'm not gonna lie. It'll be so bizarre when I come across my own medical record whilst I'm filing paperwork. But, I'm a big girl and I can handle it. So there.
So that's what's up. I'm well. I'm healing. I'm growing hair like a Chia Head. I'm scanning for money.
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