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Friday, April 9, 2010

Removing A Band-Aid...

There are two ways to remove a band-aid: you can pull it off quickly, all at once="OUCH!" or, you can test your sanity and pull it off millimeter by millemeter with an intermission="ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, pause and breathe, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!"

I like to get painful situtations over quickly and move on. My kids rarely ask me to help them remove a band-aid. When I was first diagnosed with breast cancer, I though it was going to be a quick process without too much time to think about it. However, the myriad of tests proved to be the left side of the band-aid, the pause in the middle is much longer than I anticipated, and I am hoping April 15 will be the beginning of a quick yank of the right side.

I have only one week until my appointment at Mass General, but it feels like a week in dog years.

My nerve endings feel like they are right at the surface. Someone should borrow a sign from the zoo and put it on my back, "Warning: turtle may snap at any time." I confided in my neighbor, Mary, that "I am a donkey no longer on the edge, but with at least two hoofs over the edge." She said that I definitely have and edge to me now. I feel like I have more edges than a set of levelor blinds. Oh great, I have reduced myself to a cheap, but effective, window covering from Home Depot. Two nights ago Riley asked me, "Mom, would you have a drink, and hit it hard?" "Hit it hard" translates to skip the occasional Shipyard beer and move to one of the clear bottles in the cabinet above the refrigerator, aka vodka. Unfortunately, I finished the vodka a few nights prior - there was just a little left- no need for rehab after this week. I know. No fun.

Whacky thought of the day...
I have been thinking about this reconstructive thing, and a few whacky thoughts come to my mind: When women get very old - late 80's - gravity does unpleasant things with out breasts...they end up resting on our belts or waistbands. The waistband then becomes a supportive device. So, if you have reconstructive surgery, will the breasts be the only part of the body defying gravity? Will the chin then end up resting on your chest?

My niece saw this on a t-shirt: "Yes, they are fake. The original ones tried to kill me!"


  1. If only gravity defying breasts were a little easier to come by, I could really use me some of them!

    That T-shirt is very funny.

  2. Hang in there Keval! Got to get one of those t-shirts...humor is such a blessing!

  3. Love the t-shirt. If you ever run out of vodka, we are right across the street for christ's sake. Don't go without at a time like this!

    - Alana

  4. Let's have the troop make those t shirts! and although wine is my specialty I can bring you a bottle of something more anytime you want. Hanging on your blog, not bugging you with questions, your good friend, G.S. ;)

  5. I have that tee-shirt. I'm gonna send you one, too.