Also, how much longer do I have to wait until my arm stops aching and I get it back to "norma" again? It all seems so long, I have to climb the walls and sometimes I find myself cheating and standing on my toes to get that little higher...
It is all so challenging and sometimes I have to force myself to go that extra centimetre!!
I hate this Breast Cancer!!
It has been a long 3 weeks since my surgery and my partner and some friends are wrapping me in cotton wool not letting me do things I am used to doing.
I know I have my limitations - can't drive yet,and can't lift too heavy items. So I only lift light ones and do what I can.
It frustrates me that I can't do what I used to do and people are telling me "it will happen - your body needs to heal" For me this is all taking too long.
Whilst I was recuperating the first time around in hospital after my surgery, I took some time out to meditate on my own.
To breathe in slowly through my nose, then out through my mouth. I just sat cross legged on my hospital bed and sat tall.
I closed my eyes and started to breathe - allowing all the negative issues out from my out breath. i felt really relieved of all the stress that had been going on and even began to forget that I still had then two drains coming out of my right side.
Does anyone else hate needles as much as I do? I am really just venting here and 'talking' out loud.
If I never see another one, it will be too soon. I know they are necessary, however I have had my fill of them thanks so much.
Twice daily shots of hepperin in the thighs are no fun at all. Some of those nurses just jab it in, and others go so slow, they hurt just as much. I had one nurse actually pull the needle out, after thinking she had to go in and sink her well to find the right spot. Was she searching for oil, I wonder???
I want to start with a funny thing that tickled me. Last Saturday my partner rushed me to emergency where we sat all day long waiting for nurses, doctors, and more doctors to make up their minds over what was going on with me.
At the end of the day, it appeared I may have picked up an infection so I was re-admitted at around 5.30pm after having been there since 10.30am! Oh well, numerous needles, blood tests, urine tests and not much being said, I was transferred to "holding" where I was given some horrible dinner, then onto my new home for the next few days to a ward.
I am waiting and waiting for Monday morning. I have to be there at 7.00am. No probs, Just have to leave home at 6.00am - that means getting up at 5.30 so I am not blurry eyed.
Only close to home so not much travelling to do. Just make sure I am rugged up against the winter winds and then a nice brisk walk to the hospital from the car park.