ON Thursday I had an appointment with the amazing Dr D. She told me that I am healing very well and that the nurse would remove my drain. I expected a little piece of rubber tubing, like the rest of it on the outside, to come out.
Reuven, who has to have his nose right inside whatever's going on, nearly fainted and the look on his face gave me cause for alarm. After a little painful interlude, it was over and I could see why he responded like that: half a ton of 'stuff' had just been pulled from my body. Enough for a good cobbler to make at least two pairs of shoes.
From there, on to the lymphodema specialist, a lovely lady from England. In her quiet accent, she told us that I am in better shape than 99% of the people who come to her following the same procedures. Once again, thank you Dr D.
It's a little more than a day later and I feel very good. Slight nausea from the herceptin last week, which a single tummy pill early in the day fixes. Some pain at night, when I'm tired. We are going to drive up to Gainesville to visit Guy.
Lee is back from Boston and I have yet to hear all of her adventures. Adam is home too, being exploited by a pizza parlour, but no doubt learning about what makes the world tick.
I managed to spend a ton of money last week - work related - but it shows I must be getting back to normal. For me, normal is spending tons of money and then worrying myself stupid about how to make it back.
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