Archive for May, 2013

May 24, 2013

Back in black…

Yesterday I had my seventh (eleven more to go) Herceptin treatment. Melissa came to my home and kept me entertained for a couple of hours by doing battle with her iPad thing! I also saw the oncologist who said I need no further surgery as chemo and Tamoxifen have induced a chemical menopause. So it seems, apart from port removal and possible nipple reconstruction, both of which only require a local anaesthetic, my main treatment is done.

Wowseroonies! Life can begin to find a pattern again. I wasn’t quite ready for it and it feels like I’ve missed out on a big occassion…the big “end of treatment” moment. But hey, who gives a stuff? It’s done. I can get on with being Mrs TB and paying forward all the support, kindness and generosity I’ve received.

Hey, peoples…I’M BACK!

Oh…and it’s official…I am a size 6. TB is a medium but I didn’t get that photo! Trisuits ordered :o)

tri2          tri1          pool2

It’s been great to go with TB to his swimming sessions.
It was cold at the lake but I love being there with him and being involved in his training

lake2           lake1
At the lake

At the pool
Lord, I love that man with all that I am


Back in black
I hit the sack
It’s been too long I’m glad to be back
Yes, I’m let loose
From the noose
That’s kept me hanging around
I’ve been looking at the sky
and it’s gettin’ me high
Forget the hearse ’cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cats eyes
Using every one of them and running wild

‘Cause I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
Well I’m back in black
Yes, I’m back in black

May 20, 2013

Charity Walk for Breakthrough Breast Cancer

Two things made me cry yesterday.

An email from Sheila, from which I quote:
Your inspirational blog has gone worldwide and is now helping other women in the USA,. here’s a note I just received from a friend in San Francisco, LA who has been following you from the start…

 “My friend has the gene and has already had the oopherectomy and will get a double mastectomy in the next year or so. I told her about your friend’s blog and how frank it was and she asked me to send her the link, so I did. So her blog is actually helping other people.”

Cue floods of tears! And Sheila, I love that you consider me your friend. Thank you

And then this:
We took part in a Breakthrough Breast Cancer Charity Walk.

Thank you to Laura for organising this…

without people like you raising funds for research I doubt I’d be where I am now

ArrivalTaking it easy, not wanting to tire myself before the off ;o)

The aforementioned “Off”.
So many lovely people wearing pink

A very awesome lady wearing pink, pink and yet more pink, walking alongside a lady wearing pink socks
(and pink knickers but you’ll just have to take my word for that)

The weather finally behaved itself and the route planned by Laura was perfect
…not too hard, nice and flat with some beautiful views.

The balloon finale. Yes, this made me cry.

The kindness, thoughtfulness and generosity of people makes me wobbly lipped

stickersClick on those stickers…I dare you!

And thank you to TB for these photographs, for rescuing the runaway balloon and for
giving me the strength I’ve needed to kick cancer in the butt good and hard!


May 18, 2013

Kicking butt but…

So far, I don’t miss my old boobs and I have the fantastic Mr G to thank for that.

I’m kicking cancer’s butt BUT I miss miss miss my hair

ThisThis is how I looked a year ago.

I know I shouldn’t dwell on it. I’m alive, I even have breasts. BUT, as I’m sure a lot of you ladies will understand,
I WANT MY HAIR BACK!! It’s so much a part of who I am. I feel I’ve lost my soft girliness. Short hair is too harsh for me.
I find myself making excuses for it. I steer conversations to how I used to have waist length hair. I avoid some occasions because I do not look my best. The treatment for cancer takes its toll and it shows when I look in the mirror. But I can’t keep adding “oh, and I used to look so much younger!”

On Thursday I had my regular visit to cardiology. Herceptin is known to cause heart damage so I have to be monitored every three months. There has been no deterioration so all is well. You know how sometimes you feel so comfortable and relaxed with someone? This is how it is with Joy, the cardio lady, she makes people feel at ease. It’s a wonderful quality to possess.

I also had my regular blood test. I’m not supposed to have needles in my left arm (one of the many recommended precautions because of the lymphodema risk) but this has had to be done twice because the veins in my right arm are now too hard to use. I’m not a happy bunny about this…not happy at all. I’m going to ask my local surgery if the nurse there will take blood from my ankles instead. Some clinics do, some clinics don’t.

And psssst…please keep clicking the pink ribbon…there’s still a lot of butt kicking to be done!

May 7, 2013

I’m just a-walking the dog…

Last week I accompanied my gorgeous TB to an Open Water Training Session, my first “almost social” outing since last July…and I didn’t wear a wig. That is a big, big step for me. My hair looked crap but Bruce and Willis (my left and right respectively) looked pretty darn good.

S1440011The acclimatisation process…cold toes first

S1440017then cold knees…

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But there’s more…today I went out on my own for the first time since diagnosis last June.
Actually, I had Ralph with me. The poor dog has missed out so much; he was a happy boy strolling along at my side.

All these steps, some tiny, some giant, all taking me back (or is it forward?) to where I want to be.
Life is different but it is good again. I still have some side effects from chemotherapy which need treatment and I’m hoping it’ll turn out ok and if not then we’ll just work round it and life will be another different sort of good.