Things might be progressing in a good way.
This morning is the first time that I have woken up without needing to reach for the painkillers ....although last night I took a small pebbled-beach of pills in an attempt to dull the stinging, drilling, aching and tingling sensations in my upper left quadrant. This morning, I was even able to lie for a few moments on my left side. Before my diagnosis I would routinely sleep on my left because K lies to my right. Now, we employ a midnight do-si-do: we begin with Keith facing away from me, but when he needs to turn over, I sling my pillows down to the bottom of the bed and turn around.
My left shoulder feels ok today, and I will try to reach up a few times without straining. It shocked me that yesterday during the needle excision, I was unable to lift my left arm above my head while lying on my right.
Today I want to try and cook something. I managed to make myself a little whole grain pasta last night, with olives, tomato, courgette and feta cheese. K tidied up after me, bless him.
My hair is appalling: the very image of corn growing through tar. Although my natural hair colour is a light sandy shade, the roots are an inch and a half long and look piano-brown against the bleachen, golden strands below. After my diagnosis on June 7th, something inside me decided not to bother doing anything else to my hair on the basis that I was going to lose it anyway. By the time I realised that this was not necessarily so for my kind of cancer - that it might be held at bay by Tamoxifen alone - I had had surgery to inspect my sentinel lymph nodes, which in turn was swiftly followed by the mastectomy and then the haematoma.
I received a beautiful card this morning from the friend of a friend, wishing me well. How lovely! People can be very surprising.
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