Happy Halloween, everyone!
We’re pretty prepared for Halloween, I think – I can’t open the door very far or hold the heavy candy bowl, so my son will be in charge of passing out the candy. I might be able to walk with my daughter for trick or treating, although Boyfriend is prepared to help out if I get tired. I’m generally feeling pretty good, other than my arm restrictions, but occasionally get hit by a wave of tired. So it’s good to have back-up. 🙂
I also wanted to let you know that I’ll add some more dates to the meal train. When I first set it up, I really wasn’t sure what I would need or how this would work – but it’s been amazingly helpful. Even though I have more arm-reach than a T-Rex, I still can’t get to the back of my fridge or stove, I can’t lift anything that weighs more than a couple of pounds (like a pot of water!), and the things on the top shelf are no longer available to me. This makes cooking kind of limited. I do microwave leftovers myself, though, because I can finally reach the over-the-stove microwave. Progress!!
I’m just confirming a few dates with people who were already committed to bringing food, and then I’ll add more dates to the Lotsa Hands calendar.
Speaking of progress, one of the quirkiest things about this healing business is the nerves healing. Every so often, one of my nerves seems to wake up, or find a friend, or have a panic attack…and screams at me. Last night, I’m sound asleep, and my left armpit nerve (which has been asleep since 10/19) decided it was VERY ANGRY about this whole surgery thing. It sent a nice stabbing pain straight to the brain. This, I am assured by multiple medical professionals, is a VERY GOOD SIGN of healing. Because many women never regain feeling around the surgical sites, and my nerves are healing. This seems to be a valid interpretation of events – I’m gradually losing the numbness of last week, and now I can feel it whenever I rip off a bandage. I can’t say it’s an improvement in the short term, but it’s nice to know I’m going to feel normal someday. Because normal means that you can feel your own armpit…
Be safe tonight, and beware of the little ghosts and goblins!
Hey lady! I’m so sorry to hear about what you’re going through! You’ve supported me through so much at work. If you’re tired of the big bad monster that is cancer, I’d love to share with you what’s going on in my life!