When You Wake Up....Life is Good

YEAH ME!!! Monday I will be two-thirds finished with radiation. I have learned that the last five days will target the incision areas. The last two days they have drawn all over my breast with permanent marker so they will know where to have the machine target. I get nervous as every couple days it seems like I have different technicians administering my radiation. Some are precise about my placement under the machine...others don't care. Some are precise about the 9.5 centimeters across my chest...others don't care. Well I'm still alive and am starting to form some heavily sunburned areas so they must be doing something right!

I am getting to know all these people and they are getting to know me. I like that. I am the last patient of the day. I like to think this is a good thing. Done with me...done for the day. They know Paul and Tucker because when they walk out at the end of their day they see Paul and Tucker observing the people exiting the building, and they see Tucker's butt wiggling with joy. (Yes, they beat me out of the building after radiation.) I don't want to be just another breast cancer patient. Remember me for my spirit and good cheer. I want them to CARE! When I said that every day was a good day when you wake up in the morning they kind of stared at me.....HELLLLLOOOOO...life is good when you wake up. They both said they hadn't thought of that.

When you wake up it is a good day. Don't ever forget that!

Make Pink Tough and Expect Great Things

Life is Good

Happy days! Am feeling great. My sense of humor has returned, and I've cooked some tasty dinners for Paul the last couple of nights. It's nice to get back into the kitchen for cooking instead of just eating. I continue to pack on the pounds, however. If my stomach is empty I feel sick. If it's full I feel fine. Therefore I keep it loaded. We also haven't been doing our walking as my energy level is low. Really weight gain should be a small issue at this point, but you know........

Both pets love my bald head..they try to lick it at night (or wait-could that be Paul?)! I ventured out of the house bald yesterday to bring in our trash cans. This was my first trip outside of the house without a covering. A friend was just entering the driveway, thought I looked pretty good and asked to feel my fuzzy head!

Have heard from some of you that you are worried about my picture with Brian giving me my mohawk. No that is not a cigarette! It is my straw that I pretend to smoke during happy hour or stressful times! Still smoke free and loving it! Don't doubt the strength of someone who fights like a girl!

Heard from Margot today. She was in Dublin walking in gardens. Thought she'd phone me next from Monet's Garden. She's had someone mailing cards for her locally as Paul or I receive one every single day. Sure must have taken her a long time to prep those!
Next chemo session is Tuesday, July 14th.
Expect Great Things!