Tag: mastectomy

Craft time with mints

If you are on Facebook I am sure you are aware of Pinterest.  I resisted for a long time.  I do not spend that much time on Facebook and figured the last thing I needed was one more thing in my life to take up time.  While recovering from my mastectomy I gave in and conformed.

Randomly I will jump in and find a chuckle at some things, roll my eyes at others and “pin” things that I find very interesting even though in my heart I know I will never, ever do anything with them.  Many of the things I look at are either food  items that I think would be very tasty or craft item.  Madison is a very creative child whose mind is always going.  I try to find things that we could do together.

With the holidays upon us,  the other day I saw something that I thought was perfect.  The DIY peppermint candy serving tray.  The instructions seemed easy enough.  After the holiday show at Madison’s school on Tuesday I took her home with me.  On the way we stopped for the main, and only ingredient, starbright mints.  At home we preheated the oven, laid out the waxed paper on a cookie sheet and crafted our design.  About 8 minutes in the oven and our serving dishes were ready!

Work of Art…no. Fun time with my baby, most defiantly!

 

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Work ethic or lack there of…

I have such a headache!  The insurance company has denied coverage for the colonoscopy.  Funny how no one is ever in a rush to address anything as long as the bills are not going to them.  Although it would seem that the insurance company is the evil being here, reality looks more as if it is the hospital and how they coded the procedure.  Now it has been escalated to a supervisor blah blah blah as I sit waiting for thousands of dollars in bills. No biggie though, I mean it is not their money.

Today I also spent close to two hours on and off the phone with our cable/internet/phone company. It is a long story but one that proves that allowing companies to get so huge leads to shitty service for all.  My time today is second to the almost two and a half hours spent on Tuesday, broken up only by the times in which I was disconnected or transferred.

My recent hours on phone hold have left me with an overwhelming feeling that there is absolutely no work ethic left in this country.

I just feel down.  I have healed nicely from the latest surgery but I am not “discomfort” free.  I can not call it pain because it is not but soreness, discomfort does describe it.  I am tired of it if I am being honest.  I feel like I have not had a “discomfort free day” since before the mastectomy. Six months are a long time and starts to wear on you.  Alone I can deal with it.  Add in apathetic or plan pathetic service from outside forces and  the wear and tear I feel just escalates.

Tomorrow is another day, and hopefully a better one.

 

It’s raining it’s pouring but it is beautiful

Well I just made what I hope will be the last appointment involved in this “medical” chapter in my life.  I will ring in the New Year with a follow-up pelvic ultrasound to check on the complex cyst that was found a few weeks ago.  Doesn’t that sound fun?  Everyone says “oh no problem” and I hope that is the case.  It is none the less nerve racking after a year and a half of appointments, scans, blood work and three surgeries.  I can not actually fully wrap my head around the thoughts of it all being over.  One can only hope!

I have my follow-up with the plastic surgeon tomorrow.  Things have healed nicely since last weeks revision.  All new incisions were made on the older scare lines and other than the revision on the left breast, the incisions are almost healed.  I do still have some pain from the left breast.  After the second surgery, I was not happy with the size of the new breasts.  He made incisions all the way under my arms to correct.  The left side did not heal well.  It left a wedge looking area.  That was corrected and looks great but it was probably the largest of the revision areas this round.

I still feel that the newpples are not fully level BUT I am accepting the fact that they probably were not before the surgery.  I can’t say that before hand I ever spent much time in front of a mirror staring at them which has become a past time recently.  I am sure that it is just something that only I would notice and it is nothing worth undergoing another surgery to correct.

This all started  for my family.  As it has played out it has changed my life in so many ways.  The most important is the way I view my family.  I enjoy every minute, every smile and I do not take them for granted.

My baby waiting for the bus this morning in the rain.