Dissection

Tomorrow I return for more surgery.   It was recommended that a larger cross section of lymph nodes be removed as a pre caution.  If I said I wasn't nervous, I would be lying.   Initially,  my surgeon didn't want to remove more Lymph nodes because of the risks associated with it.  There is a higher chance of Lymphedema or not being able to lift my arm over my head.  When it was revealed I was Her 2+, she changed her mind.

One of my friends offered to lift my beer to my mouth if it came to worst case scenario.

Chemotherapy is considered the worst part and I am not arguing that it isn't but the side effects disappear.  Not having full use of my arm is a little more permanent.   I just hope that I sail through it the same way I have with everything else so far.

Speaking of chemo being finished, every third Thursday at the General is a little more quiet. Herceptin is a 30 minute IV drip, with no major side effects. There is no entourage, no smorgasbord, no board games.  But again,  its about making the best of it.... After I was hooked up with a bag of fluid, I unhooked my machine and rolled into another module and plugged it next to my fellow cancer vixen,  Mo.  If my nurse doesn't mind keeping an eye on me in another area, why not have a little visit with my new friend?

Now that my hair is starting to grow back, I have a little buffer between my head and the itchy net of a wig.  I decided it was time to have a little fun and play with different looks.  On Friday, I was an alternative chick in jet black hair with a large bright red chunk.  On Saturday I had flowing blond locks.  Although it really doesn't bother me, it was kind of nice to be out in public and not get the double take for being bald.