BYE WIG

Now for those of you who don’t immediately understand the reference in this post’s title, let’s take a moment to familiarize ourselves with its historical derivation. A little reality tv show on Bravo called, The Real Housewives of Atlanta, features prominent, well-to-do (supposedly) women who generally just drink and yell at each other. Sounds horrible….

Mrs. Mia Wallace

*WARNING* THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT Uma Thurman, Pulp Fiction, 1994. We all remember the moment she was stabbed in the chest with the giant epinephrine needle, right? I certainly do. For whatever reason that image has been burned into my brain. Perhaps it is because I was probably a little too young to see…

Restricted Extremity

I didn’t know that after a mastectomy with accompanying lymph node dissection (removal), that that arm becomes a restricted extremity. This means I can never have my blood pressure taken, blood drawn or an IV on my right arm. Man down.  Now I’m no math wizard, but if I have 2 arms, and one is…

The Most Important Decision Of Your LIFE

Ok Grancerites, I’m trusting you. I am putting my life into your hands. I am going to allow YOU to make a major choice in my breast cancer odyssey.  Are you ready?  This Friday June 17, in anticipation of the start of chemotherapy, I will be having my hair chopped off in what will be, The…

Cause I’ve Got 1 Drain In My Pocket…

And the other is applying for a medicinal marijuana license. Excellent news report 🚨🚨! The additional nodes that were removed during my second surgery this week were all clear! Only that one tiny micrometastasis that they found in surgery #1 existed in all of my axillary nodes. As exciting as this news is, it doesn’t…

Grace, Out

I am done and on my way home. Here is a brief synopsis: Wait, wait, wait.  Pre op area, get IV and talk to yet another handsome anesthesia team. Get some Versed.  Wheeled into operating room. Remember some light chatting, lights out.  Wake up in recovery. PAIN. Armpit hurts something fierce. Burny and downright stupid…

Axillary lymph dissection update

(Jennie writing. These notes go backwards, from most recent update, up top, to earlier this morning, at the bottom.) 12:15pm Surgery is over! Dr. Pesce just came in to tell us, with a smile. She said she found everything she was looking for, placed a new drain…all good! We’ll see her in about an hour,…

#sequinsforsurgery

Barely slept last night. I want to blame it on anxiety, but I think it was equal parts physical discomfort. I hate sleeping on my back, which is my only option. Good thing I have a super solid nap/unconsciousness in my future. I think there might be a conspiracy about not being allowed to eat…

Dress Up

I feel like I am wearing cancer as a costume. It doesn’t feel a part of me. It feels very peripheral, like it’s happening to me, but it is not intrinsically a piece of me.  I’ve seen the scans and pathology reports, I’ve read them carefully. I saw the MRI pictures. There is no mistaking…

The Beginning

It occurred to me that most of you, dear readers, don’t know how this odyssey all began. I am choosing the term ‘odyssey’ because as an avid member of Bachelor Nation, I refuse to use the word journey. Some things are sacred and ‘journey’ belongs to Chris Harrison. Upfront warning: This post will walk the line…

No Drains

The day has come. My drain output has been under 30ml per drain for 48 hours straight. The drains can come out!!!!! Before anything good happens to me, I obviously have to go to the dentist, just to even out my karma. Luckily, this morning’s 8am appointment was uneventful and was an excellent excuse to…