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Nov 04 2011

weekend links link … sometimes

The more things stay the same…the worse they get.  If we keep backdoor funding these conflicts overseas, how do you expect wars with them to end?  More on how the US funds Iran

Advice for how to write SF for young adult readers

While Medicaid is doing surprisingly right by me, for which I am thankful (and thankful to Mom for helping out with all her help in keeping track of what needs doing there), in other areas they’re not so great, like how many people who qualify for Medicaid-funded abortions actually get them…

Love the title on this one: Why Women Aren’t Crazy — The Good Men Project

and for contrast, sexism is still widely rampant on the internet (and elsewhere)

Why to write — or not write — short fiction

another interesting perspective on the writing process — how to do what you do

really fascinating analysis on writing fantasy, complete with links to other good related articles scattered throughout

and how to write smart — Cath Shaffer with some very good advice on who should be feeling smart when the story is done

Some of the most balanced advice I’ve seen on how to write, circulate, revise, and trunk stories you’re trying to sell.  What are your own rules?/

Another writer weighs in on the the lightning-fast changes happening in the publishing industry, how no one knows the true answer of where we’ll be in that area even as little as a decade from now, and how everyone is experimenting with what should be free, what should be paid for, and what should cost how much in the creative realm of words.  what are your thoughts? what experiments are happening now that you know of or follow? leave a comment with a link here, I’d love to check it out.

For local writing action relevant to the issue-of-the-month, Check out an article written by a local survivor on hereditary/genetic breast cancer.

Do your STI screening — here are what some of the abbreviations mean according to the author:  GSS stands for General Social Survey. The GSS is a huge sociological survey of the US that well-loved by both professional and armchair researchers because its data set is available to the public and they have some basic data analysis tools built right into their site.

Please correct me if I’m wrong, but I think the only other missing abbreviation expansion is ACOG. ACOG is the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists. It is the professional organisation for OB-Gyn providers, as well as the organization that issues guidance on things like timing of pap smears and management of common OB-Gyn conditions.

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Oct 19 2011

Prophylactic Breast Action

I bet I get at least one spam comment thanks to the title of this post, but wanted to talk about yet another something most of you ladies may not know about, and since my cancer chattering on this blog has already potentially saved one life, I look for opportunities to do similar things when I can.

For those of you with hereditary breast cancer in your family, we’ve already talked in the past about getting tested for any of the genetic mutations that are likely to cause you to develop breast cancer, often far earlier in life than most people who get cancer do.  BRCA1 (the one I have) and BRCA2 account for only about 5% of all breast cancers, and are easily testable.  If you have a family member who contracted breast or ovarian or uterine cancer before age 40 you might easily be able to convince your insurance to pay for the test; even more likely if a relative has the actual gene.  For those many uninsured, I’ve been told it’s only a few hundred dollars for the test, which is definitely worth it compared to the hundreds of thousands of dollars cancer costs.  They’re also finding more genetic factors besides just these two that contribute to a higher tendency to develop breast cancer at any point along the living way.

I just got correspondence from my mom that I’m sure she won’t mind me sharing a part of here, as examples of what I mean.  She was one of those many women who had lumpy breast texture by nature, and even went in a couple of times to get small lumps checked out (always benign).  I know several of you out there like that; I know others with some of the factors described below, so please take this seriously.  No one, but no one wants to go what I’ve had to go through over the past two years to stay alive thanks to rogue mammary tissue.  It’s not worth it, trust me, especially when there are so many other options.

For those who don’t know, my mother just made the very hard decision to have double mastectomies as a prophylactic measure — meaning she’s not had any cancerous or even pre-cancerous signs show up in her breasts but because she tested positive, as I do, for BRCA1, she decided to remove the biggest source of the danger before any problems showed up.  She requested meticulous testing of the tissue after the fact, to see what might have been hiding in there besides the known genetic flaw.  She picked one of the best surgeons in the Dallas area, and one who has actually organized a group to spread the word about BRCA and other genetic cancers.  She learned that although she has no active cancer cells in either breast, she has “lobular hyperplasia markers” in the right breast and “prolific fiber cystic changes at the cellular level in both breasts”.  Both of these increase your chances of breast cancer by 2-4% each.  That may not sound like much, but a nearly 5-10% increase on top of the 40-85% increase the BRCA mutation gives means that for her it was just a matter of time before something went wrong.  So she feels even better about making the right choice than she did before the surgery.  I hope in a later post to have a more personal account from her, perhaps even interview-style, of the differences in making a decision about prophylactic surgery, which seems to me on some level to be a much harder decision than when something has already gone wrong and there’s already an obvious solution to your problem (surgery or death), like I have had to deal with.

Scrape together, beg, save, or borrow, but if you have any reason to believe you’re a higher-risk person for breast cancer don’t live with that fear, go find out what there is to know, which is more every day thanks to all the help groups and organizations out there.  Don’t put it off with the “well it probably won’t happen to me” excuse; my mother had that as the perfect excuse — making it to her mid-50s with no major scares, breast-feeding two children with no problems as a younger parent.  And then look at her statistics; not very comforting, those.  The BEST she was looking at was someone 46% more likely than the average person to develop breast cancer, and the worst at 93% was practically a guarantee.  Don’t let that be you.  Do your monthly breast checks, sure; but if it runs in your family don’t stop there.  Find a doctor who will work with you to educate you on options, risk factors, and all the other things you can do to take charge of your own health, to live the longest your particular set of genetic factors will let you, rather than playing games of statistics with the universe.  (It tends to cheat.)

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Oct 16 2011

conflicting weekend links

Drugs are bad. Drugs are good.  Bad drugs are good.  Good drugs are bad. Wait. Bad drugs made in a lab are good.  No wait, designer drugs are bad.  Hey wait, this “bad drug” can do a good thing in a lab.  But…but…uh….

Girls who are boys who want boys to be girls…I really love the fact that doctors can give delayed puberty medication to kids who are trying to figure out what gender they want to be when they grow up, one of those rare compassionate medical science manifestations.

More on habitable exoplanets — which at this rate we’ll probably never get to explore, except in our fiction…

…or perhaps in bodies better able to survive the trip than our own.  Made in our own images? downloadable minds? multiple minds inhabiting one manufactured body? All topics guaranteed to cause endless debate and argument…

I love haptic tech, and this one could even be useful to blind people, though it didn’t start out with that in mind.

Speaking of conflict, I love honesty from the ultra-rich, it always tends to cause an uproar

Why fixing the primaries is harder than it looks

Two good headlines:  We Need a New System and Terrorism Can’t Be Taken Out and Shot

And yet more realistic predictions about the death of the American dream at least the one of American dominance

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Oct 02 2011

writing and cancer weekend links

Whew, that week went by fast.  Only managed one post this week but that’s better than none, and here are your weekend links!  a bit more themed this week than some weeks, but no worries, more randomness will return next week.

A handy-dandy writer’s checklist, likely to improve any story if properly applied

More on the  google class action author suit from Elizabeth Moon.   You may not like some of her opinions but this sounds pretty clear-cut — authors whose books are still in copyright are having their works scanned and made available without permission.  You can find articles on this all over the internet right now, so do your research and protect yourselves, fellow writers; non-writers, spare a minute or two to think about those writers you love to read.  Contrary to popular belief, authors like King or Meyer, or shows like Castle, most writers depend on the gradual accumulation of those few cents-at-a-time build-up to make their living, so think about helping them out by either not downloading google-pirated works or by contributing through money or help to the suit against such behavior.

glow-in-the-dark-catsnot just medically helpful, but easier to see before they try to trip you up (two people sent me this one, so you get both links)

oxygen – important AND older than we thought

cancer more complex than we thought — go figure

Sometimes things that are good for you, aren’t — fish oil may block chemo treatments

This sounds like one of those “too good to be true” articles, especially given how many different types just of breast cancer there are, and what about those of us where the breast cancer has a genetic origin? Is the virus going to re-write my genetic code to make me cancer-free?

I was worried about this with my folks during this summer.  It was wonderful to have them close by during my health struggles, and my mom helping out with baby Wednesday for so long, but if they’d had bosses like these they’d have endangered their jobs.  This needs to change, for everyone in this country.

And this, from Jay Lake, is one of the better posts he’s made about how to talk to a person with cancer.  Really.  And I’ve used the “hit by a bus” analogy myself, to make people around me feel better about talking about it with me.  But he’s right, it isn’t like that.  Not at all.  I’ve mentioned, and will likely blog again in the future, about how “othering” cancer is, in the sense that it makes you Other.  Not “one of us”. And you don’t get to cross that line back.

There’s a branch in Dallas for FORCE, for anyone interested…I took a survey or two, not sure if we’re making the conference this year thanks to the timing of all the health and surgery stuff but Mom and I are part of this.

And locally, the Breast Cancer Resource Center does some amazing work to help out breast cancer patients.  If you can’t throw them some money, how about some time? or sewing?  They make these awesome shirts to hold post surgery drains or ice packs (pockets on the inside) that I’ve found super useful both times I’ve needed them.

As bad as my cancer was, it could have been far worse, and I’m so very thankful that it wasn’t and isn’t.  These gentlemen participated ina fascinating experimental trial that resulted in complete remissions for two out of the three who’ve tried it so far (read on for more info…)

This would be totally cool — if it were relevant to my type of cancer I’d volunteer for it

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Sep 24 2011

weekend links smorgasboard

Broken ideas and repairing them has certainly been on my mind a lot lately, and I’m not the only one.

Why am I not surprised at who this woman’s biggest critics are?

Pronouns galore! How do you use them?

One of the many reasons I’m so very glad to be on Medicaid…

Scientist squabbles amuse me at times; this one is over a measly 200 million year age difference in the moon…

neo-nematodes?  and a 21st amino acid (artificially constructed).   Those wacky scientists keep at it…

…while this information shows that climate change is alive and well and happening as we live, whether you call it global warming or something less political. The animals at least know what’s up

Regardless of how the publishing industry(ies) will end up changing, people still crave Story, and that’s not in danger of demise anytime soon…

…but I’m not really sure I agree with this premise.  I don’t own any of the kindle/nook/e-reader formats so I don’t know how easy they are to navigate but I expect this “codex” argument is fixable if it exists.

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Sep 22 2011

more healing news, plus help a Bastrop fire friend in need

Well, the whistling wound isn’t quite gone, but reasonably managed. Apparently there’s a hole between a couple of the staples that are still up under my right arm, which was also what was interfering with the drain suction on that side.  So we have a new way of bandaging it that’s supposed to create a better seal, which I can easily check on since if the drain stays compressed and suctioning, then air isn’t getting in through the hole and it’s draining the way it should be.  I also can’t move that arm up high at all or it’ll break the bandage seal, which on the bright side keeps me from doing too much, which is always a problem for me — I try to push myself to the limits of what I can do and sometimes go past those limits.  I still find this phenomenon particularly gross, especially when the seal loosens a bit and I can hear the whistling.  In addition to falling into the category of Sounds Your Body Shouldn’t Make (Involuntarily), air has dirt and germs in it and I don’t want that suctioned through my body.  The surgeon doesn’t seem worried though, and the at-home nurses and everyone else who looks at it says that it looks fine with no signs of infection.  So I suppose I shouldn’t be as bothered by it as I am, but it makes me want to tear up when I think about it.  I think I’m just so tired of dealing with all the hassle and daily dressing and bandange changing and slow healing and there’s no break from any of that.  Funny that I can take softball-sized tumors in stride and the equivalent of a teen boy’s amusing body-noise pastime can send me into freaked-out tears.  Cancer is weird.

On the other (left) side,  everything is healing up nicely, all the staples are out, and there’s only one spot that still seems to be weeping fluid under the arm.  I have one drain left on each side as I’m still producing too much fluid to have them taken out (as I remember from last year, they prefer you to be draining 30cc or less per day and I’m doing about twice that per day on each side at the moment).  Sometimes the drain sites hurt worse than the wounds themselves, which are a mixture of hurting and numb, mostly numb.  Again if last year is any indication, I’ll get some sensation randomly back, and some parts will stay numb.  We aren’t wrapping my arms as frequently as we should, which I need to start doing especially while I still have the drains in to get rid of as much of the fluid build-up as possible.

Swelling all over is very slowly decreasing, though my body shape isn’t anywhere close to what I remember being comfortable wearing.  That will change as we finish weaning me off the steroids (anti-inflammatory purposes, mostly) and I’m able to take up PT again (once the drains are out), though I am trying to remember to do at least the PT exercises I’m able to do while in bed.  People are commenting about my hair starting to grow back in, and I don’t know what I plan to do about that.  I feel like I may wear the scarves for a while even when I’m able to grow hair; it’s already shaved, which I’d never wanted, but since it’s what I have, it seems like I might explore the options there before rushing right into growing it out again.  Anyone want to come over some evening and henna my head in cool tribal-esque designs?  Any other ideas people have and want to share for cool things to do with baldness?

Wrapping this up on a different note entirely, most of you by now have heard of the divine wrath against Texas for even considering Rick Perry for Prez; I’m of course speaking of the Bastrop fires, which have devastated hundreds of homes.  As far as I know only one friend of mine was directly affected by losing the vast majority of his stuff in the fires (if other friends have been similarly affected please drop me a line and I’ll do the same announcing for you here that I am for him).  Probably the best way to help him out is to contact (EDIT: his coordinator) at (ihave8en at g m a i l dot c o m) if you have any of these things on the list.  This guy is the one person I know who has had as hard of a time/life as our family has had these past few years.   He’s a widower with two toddler boys, been laid off several times, and has had to move more times than I have fingers on a hand in just a couple years’ time, not to mention assorted other problems.  So if you’re in a place to help him out with any of these things or even stuff like gas money to get himself to and from work and school, send him a note directly.

Eric’s needs:

Kid Bunk beds or toddler beds
King mattress pad
Large (49″ or 60″) Mamasan
Floor lamp/ hanging lamp
Chess set
Bookcases (Don’t need as many now, but still need some)
Tubs, trunks, footlockers (we’re like a gypsy caravan right now, and I like organization)
Suits or just suit jackets
Motorcycle boots
Laptop computer
Coffee table
Digital camera
“I really need hardcases for my motorcycle which were in the storage shed. I need to start riding my bike to school for gas savings but can’t take anything with me (like books, computer etc.) without the hardcases. I know it’s pretty random, but on the off chance. Also assorted computer accessories; external harddrive, headphone with mike boom etc.”
Remember to send him a note directly if you can help with any of these things or anything else that you have that might be useful to someone who has lost most of their possessions in these fires.


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Sep 20 2011

wound tracking (TMI warning)

My underarm is not supposed to make a sound like air escaping from a blown-up balloon as you pinch it just enough to let air out from the blowing end.  There’s obviously a hole somewhere.  Thankfully the doc appointment is tomorrow.  But oh how gross.  I hope it’s something to do with the broken drain on that side, and not something worse.  Gross, ugh, gross.

The left side, that just had the completion mastectomy, at least is healing beautifully.  The drain holes on that side huuuurt.  But otherwise it’s fine.  I’m worried about what we’re going to do about the right side, even though I know worrying is wasted energy.  It is what it is, and will be, and I’ll survive it.

I’m worried about the scans on Wednesday, and what we’ll learn from that.  I suspect that each scan will be met with some trepidation ahead of time, even when I’m healed and healthy and just doing my two-month maintenance scans.  After all, that’s the first sign that something goes wrong, is if those scans change what they tell us.  I trust my doctor implicitly, I know he already has a plan B, C, and D in place for whatever shows up, but I’m so ready for some time to just follow a plan A for myself for a while: heal myself, take care of my kids and my family, write my stories of fear and joy, finish my collaborative art project with my artist friend who I believe strongly in, travel around and learn more about this crazy and terrible and beautiful world we live in, and test clean and consistent on my 2-month scans repeatedly.  Reconnect with others, make some sort of difference in peoples’ lives for the better, fill myself and the world with joy because we could always use more of that.  Love.  Live.

But first, gotta get past this gross wound-healing stage.  Wish me a speedier and complication-free healing from here on out, as you have the time and energy to do so.  And spare a moment or three to send good vibes to all those affected by the Bastrop fires — or even better than Facebook-style vibes, find out ways you can help them re-build. (Like I said, we’ve got a full shed that Eric or anyone else with a truck can come scavenge to their hearts’ content; it’s not doing us any good with the stuff just sitting out there not being used. Contact us if you want to be one of those people.)

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Aug 13 2011

wandering weekend links

Tarantulas have double heartbeats?

Nature’s loudest mating call?

More on sentient non-human Earth creatures

Local coolness I wish I wish I wish I was healthy enough to do: indoor trampoline park

medical coolness:  synthetic tracheas and tailoring cancer treatment to specific genetic mutations (guess why I like this one, go on, guess, hehe)

keep your head clean: propaganda techniques Faux News uses

TEENS AND SEX — more openness needed, linked thanks to a timely conversation with a friend going through this very issue with what I believe to be an awesomely healthy attitude

An article on why young Americans no longer push back against the system; many good points

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Aug 09 2011

Writing contemplations

There are too many things on my mind lately.  (Not that this is unusual.)

Prioritizing where energy is spent is of course at the top, as has been evident from several recent posts here on the blog.

I need to spend more time each day meditating and otherwise focusing on a healthy me, a healthy body, in order for any of the other things to get done.  This has been so much harder to do this time around than last year’s cancer experience, for several reasons.  Some of the reasons I’ve discussed; some would cause more emotional drama to discuss publicly than I’m sure I’m willing to take on, which becomes its own writer dilemma of sorts — which shades of truth to tell?  I admire writers like Jay Lake, who is raw and honest and high-disclosure about all aspects of his travels through being a writer with cancer, and to some extent I try to emulate that attitude in my own style here.

Part of why to share these experiences is important is because so many people don’t talk about it. “The Big C”; isn’t that a TV show or something?  Not one I watch, obviously.  I think Hollywood could do some justice to the topic…but I think they’d get some important things wrong, or left off entirely.  And yet the same combination of disclosure and obfuscation happens here, and I suspect in Jay’s blog, and any others brave or brash enough to throw their trials out there for the world to read.  Instead you get these prose snapshots, written moments in time subject to interpretation of what lies underneath the surface of the textual picture, never the whole story.

So my top goal at the moment is to reflect each day, for some period of time, on healing, on what a healthy body and mind and self feels like: to remember.  Because the illness becomes the reality so very quickly.  It’s like the PT exercises (physical therapy); reteaching the muscles how to properly align and carry the body because after long enough, they literally don’t remember.  “Proper alignment” doesn’t feel “proper”, it feels strange, off, even unnatural.  Remembering that I can heal, am healing, WILL heal that along with the rest of me (or now have a darn good chance of doing so) has a similar mix of dream-like truth and un-reality.

Family is the next level of returning to self and life motivation.  There’s so much to blog about on this topic that it’ll have to wait for its own several posts, since I can only put so many written pieces on the screen at one time.  It’s definitely a teamwork effort, and there are several team combinations within any family.  One of the first promises made to the team of me and my new baby was “You keep me alive, and I’ll keep you alive.”  Regardless of your religious or metaphysical beliefs, this bargain feels real and genuinely made on both sides.  So many of the circumstances surrounding Wednesday’s existence can be said to reflect back on that bargain as I held her newly-arrived self.  I know that I pay back pieces of that deal daily in caring for her basic needs, but I hope when the time comes to pay back the larger portion of that deal that I give as good as I’ve received so far.

And then, the writing.  A career I’ve dedicated myself to building for the past five years and more, and one which feels like it “should be” so much further along than it is.  This won’t end up one of those writer angst posts, since that hasn’t really been an issue for me for several of those years.  I’m confident that the combination of my business knowledge, training, and attitude along with with my dedication to master the skills and art of the writing craft will result in some measure of what I can designate “success” in this field.  The roadblocks along the way, however: ongoing and large, and so discouraging, and so tiring to keep hurdling, keep believing.

Yet here, too, even in the midst of the hardest battle for my life to date, there is visible progress.  I keep coming back to blogging, and at least a semi-regular webpresence is wise for any writer these days.  And I certainly have no end of material to blog about, across multiple categories.  There is so much emotional distance between the stories I already have written and who I am after this latest round of struggle to stay alive that it’s hard to send out those stories again, to get back into the routine of submission, rejection, re-submission.  I think it’s a necessary step, however, even if just to get that habit back; the stories do no more good sitting quiescent in a file than as a guilty albatross.  I skeptically contemplate taking one of the workshop classes.  I bemoan the lack of energy to attend the conventions where I enjoy so much and derive so many good writerly things from attending panels and meeting other people with similar passions for the written word to my own.

So I have to believe that these, too, will repair, resurge, resurrect, as I continue to return to that basic step of envisioning a remission-filled and healthy me.  I suspect some of my former projects will be long-term trunked — perhaps not taken out again.  I hope not, as the thought fills me with sadness; but it is also true that the person who began those projects is not the person who is typing these words anymore.  My goodness would I like to attend a writer panel about THAT topic at a con, to hear what other writers who have experienced similar life changes have to say along those lines.  I suspect some stories will survive in much-changed form, or be finished through sheer stubbornness even if not honed and finely-tuned to publishable state.

And I suspect Callie will return, for those of you worried about that one and following the Chrysalis story thread, hehe. And there will be new stories, some fragile and delicate and beautiful, some fierce and raw and gripping, some quietly moving or laughingly skittery-shallow or filled with shades of gray and rainbows all at once — just like this life I fight to keep living.  I hope to keep having you — and an ever-increasing more of you — there to share it with me.

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Jul 29 2011

Home Again, Home Again (too much Jiggedy-Jog)

Discharge ended up being Thursday instead of Wednesday, due to (Body Process Alert) several days of diarrhea that was a first as a symptom during all this and since it lasted 3 days in a row (while in the hospital, a week all together) they wanted to hold me for testing.  This was disappointing of course, but no infection found no reason to delay further discharge.

A week later and i find myself almost wishing I’d stayed in another few days.   Not because it was fun in the hospital, but there have been tests and appointments every day since I was released and it’s incredibly exhausting.  I also had to get my first blood transfusion before being released, which on the one hand feels like a set-back, but on the other hand according to the doc is something I probably should have already had to do, so my Special Medical Powers have come through again.  Managing the meds is still a learning curve but way easier thanks to Living in the Future (smartphone app that is a great med tracker).

Anyway, a white blood cell count booster shot every day from Thursday through Tuesday’s chemo, another WBC booster on Wednesday, nurses coming to the home twice to check on me, an occupational therapist yesterday, and physical therapist tomorrow…all of which involve walking and movement when my main exercise for two months has been up and down a hospital hall and around my hospital room make for a wiped out Reesa.  I’ve still managed to go out to eat with family (bald head, walker, and face masks will get you some funny looks in public, did you know?) and eat way too many Reese’s Pieces, and get great baby time (which is good but itself exhausting), so it hasn’t been all bad.

The live-in help is working out well so far, getting along with the family members and learning the ropes of the job.  Since we’re inventing the job as we go along it’s a bit of a creative process; I expect it to take a few more weeks to really settle down into a good familiar routine.  It’s complicated by the fact that since I haven’t been home for two months everything is rather disorganized, and the urge is of course to Clean/Organize All the Things!! all at once.  Ha.  Instead we’re taking it a piece or two a day, which is much smarter and still results in visible, even if slower, progress. Training the other household members to be aware of leaving deathtraps in the thoroughfares (like shoes and such) isn’t as difficult as I’d thought it would be but is still ongoing.  Training myself to do less on my own and ask for more help from the help we’re paying for is a harder process but one I’m working on and improving as well.

Visitors and gifts of chocolate milkshakes (my current obsessive treat when I’m not eating Reese’s products) or other food/gifts/pleasant time shared are still quite welcome even now that I’m out of the hospital.  I’ll still be under neutropenic restrictions for the next few weeks so send your love from afar if you or people you’ve been around are contagiously sick (allergies don’t count, sick co-workers and children do).  Depending on energy levels I might even be able to go out with you on a shared activity such as a quiet lunch!  Otherwise, if I’m not occupied with appointments or baby time I’m still attempting to write and work while passing out over the keyboard, so not much seems changed from the hospital quite yet.  (I even have a hospital bed at home to sleep in to help retrain my body to sleep in different positions.)  though last night I had my first REM sleep that was completely disconnected from real-world happenings in months, so that’s some progress at any rate.

Lesson of the week: when going to a place I haven’t been before, make sure to take the prescribed wheelchair, as I’ll be traveling unknown distances and I can only go short distances in the walker.  Thankfully in this case, we were going to the hospital over the weekend for my WBC booster shots and since Dad was my ride I could use my stepmom’s motorized wheelchair (which was way more fun than my normal one anyway).

Ladies, don’t forget to do those monthly breast exams.  Not only do you not want breast cancer, you REALLY don’t want metastasized breast cancer destroying your skeletal system.  Much, much harder to bounce back from.  Even though I plan to, and shall to the most I possibly can, YOU can avoid that problem while it’s small and manageable and you aren’t paralyzed in your own kitchen or spending two months recovering in a hospital away from your new baby daughter or any of the other ridiculous things I’ve had to go through.  I’ll keep blogging about it, as I think it’s important for people to know what something like this is like, but never worry; this won’t become the all-cancer, all-the-time blog as I’m a Thriver, not just a Survivor, and there’s more to this life than living through cancer.

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