My final reconstructive surgery is right around the corner. I’m in that two week window where I can’t take Ibuprofen or vitamins or even drink herbal teas because it might interfere with other drugs or cause bleeding problems during surgery.
My oncologist and my surgeon also said ‘no Tamoxifen’ for two weeks prior to surgery because, in addition to blocking estrogen and helping prevent new cancer cells from growing (yay!), Tamoxifen can cause blood clots (boo).
I don’t like not taking the Tamoxifen. It’s like I’ve been stripped of my shield during a Lord of the Rings style battle. It’s nerve wracking, to say the least. It makes me especially sympathetic to those who go through cancer treatment and don’t have the option of taking medication afterwards.
This surgery has a different feel than the mastectomy. I can’t say I’m excited about surgery or recovery, but there is a certain measure of relief accompanying this surgery. I feel like I’m closing a chapter. I was diagnosed with breast cancer in July 2014. The final reconstructive surgery will take place March 2, 2016.
After a year and a half I am so very ready to close this chapter.
The long process of cancer treatment has made several things very clear:
I’m putting the blog on a brief hiatus while I deal with surgery and recovery. I anticipate being back to blogging regularly by March 12th.
In the meantime, in case you really miss me, I posted several stories on WattPad. If you aren’t familiar with WattPad, it’s a free website where you can read some pretty great stories. All you need is an email address. Here’s how Wikipedia describes WattPad.
The stories I posted are short fiction. I’ve pimped these around to every professional short story market I could find. No one picked them up and I hate the thought of them mildewing in a folder on my laptop so I made them available to be read. If you’d like to read them, the links are here:
Feel free to send comments or feedback to firstname.lastname@example.org. If you like the stories, awesome! If you don’t. . . well, that’s okay, too. . . just try not to be an asshat about it, ‘kay?
I’ll see you all in March!