Walking

Yesterday was my first day back to the surgeon three months post op. He was pleased with my healing. I don’t have to have another mammogram until February because he doesn’t want a false positive and then I will see him on the following day.

I then headed to my eye doctor….my eyes have gotten worse so now I will have a fabulous new pair of bifocals 🥴

Today I went to my OT and my arm is not worse….but lymphedema hates summer and I completely agree. She told me to remain vigilant and that the sleeve must stay on. My arm aches most days right now and when I’ve overdone it in the heat it actually hurts…..

These things overwhelm me most days. I am not going to sit here and tell you what a warrior I am…because that would be a lie. I whine and I cry…then I put my big girl panties on…but usually not with the best spirit.

As I listened to my doctors and all the people that have had to help me get better….I was nothing but grateful.

You know when you travel somewhere far away….then you finally get to that destination and you run down to the ocean and you keep running until you are in the water….and that whole stupid trip was all the sudden worth it? The kid who kicked your seat…the rude flight attendant…the airline that lost your luggage? All worth it…that beautiful Cozumel water…worth it.

Cancer is like that…..it makes life sweeter….irritations not important. Stupid people don’t take priority. Fights and grudges not important….stuff….not important.

Cancer…..I will never stop fighting and hating you…but I refuse to let you win. Setbacks will come….this stupid sleeve will leave my arm someday. I won’t always have to be on Tamoxifen… you won’t always get the last word…that belongs to me.