It was time to take the bold and bodacious bald banner off the blog - because now I have a real haircut with no more crazy chemo curls and am post cancer, well officially remission. Now it's my own curls which by the way are slightly more curly than prior to chemo.
Here is my look according to my son. I kept hemming and hawing over creating a new banner using a photo because I kept waiting for one that I loved, and then Eli helped me out with a portrait of myself. It was a close between this one and one where I'm in my high heels playing baseball. What's also cool is that these are his first drawings that are not line people.
I've also decided that I'm going to keep my hair short for a while. Although it is a great cut, I'm still not totally used to it. Funny, it was easier getting used to being bald then really short stylish hair.
Updates:
Had my 18 month and bi-annual since diagnosis mammogram yesterday. I have to admit, when she said, can you take a seat, I want to have the doctor look at the images before you leave, it made me nervous. It was the longest 20 minutes. Of course in that time two other people had their mammograms and were told - we'll send the results along, you'll get a post card in the next week.
Due to the "period" also known as break through bleeding from the tamoxifen I needed to have an internal ultrasound. They also made me wait to see the doctor and then brought the doctor in to go over the results - bottom line, I'm ok but on watch for continued buildup and a new cyst. And I didn't really have my period.
I also had two blood draws on different days and both had my veins collapsing which then needed additional pokes. This caused black and blue marks - kind of gives me that "addict" look with track marks. I know that I need to go in for one more draw, but I'm feeling kind of chicken these days. I never liked having my blood drawn, and now that phobia is back in full force. And it's even more of a bummer that I'm a one armed blood draw wonder - due to surgery.
My blood tests came back ok - anemic and lower then usual white blood count which seemed kind of odd since I finished chemo a year ago this May. My naturopath has me taking some additional supplements - for energy and iron. And we all know what happens with new high doses of iron - can you say the "H" word and all backed up.
I'm also week 3 into the Live Strong, Exercise and Thrive post cancer program at our YMCA. I really don't ever feel like going, but once I'm there I'm glad I came and even feel a big competitive when it comes to the weight lifting. Of course starring at all the buff boys sweating and whirling hundreds of pounds is fun too while I yield my 15 to 20 pounds and do my best to look cool.
What I've noticed is that the last couple weeks I emotionally got myself a bit worked up - I realize that no one can make that better but me. I'm a concrete kind of gal and simply want to know things and when I don't it takes a while to adjust.
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