Another Long, Rambling Post Much Ado About Nothing
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I had Katie unload dirty dishes from the dishwasher last night. I thought I had run it before I left for the doctor yesterday, but I discovered this morning I was wrong. She even said a couple times, “Are you sure these are clean?” To which she heard, “Yes! I’m sure! Now leave me alone so I can continue playing on my computer!” Maybe I should stop washing the dishes before loading the dishwasher so we’ll know for sure. Don’t worry, though. We’ll have used the dirty dishes and washed them before any of you will be coming for dinner. Promise.
It’s only 9:30 and already the outside temperature is 54. Nice. We’re having a lot of rain, too, which is fine because I can’t go anywhere today. The promise of spring and the rain makes me miss Arkansas. There’s always something about a particular region that makes it special and the pleasant thunderstorms of the South is one of the things I loved. Not the torrential downpours and tornado threats, but the good, drenching rain with the slow rumble of thunder in the distance. We had a ranch style house with a wonderful long porch along the front and a covered deck in the back. So when it was warm enough I would open the windows and let the fresh scents and the relaxing sound of the rain permeate the house. LOVED IT! While I’m very happy with our new house, it’s a Colonial and I can’t have opened windows if it’s raining. Oh well.
We’ve been invited by some neighbors to join the wine club they started last month. Todd and I aren’t big wine drinkers, but I do enjoy a glass now and then. Besides, the “meetings” include food. Good food. I’m sure I’ll be using all my Flex Points tonight at our first one. Also, these particular neighbors are just plain fun. I’m sure we’re going to have a great time. And no, not a drunken great time. Homey don’t play that.
I saw the White Russian yesterday (my oncologist) and I feel much better about everything than I have for quite some time. He was swamped, but he sat patiently while we discussed all the stuff that’s going on. While I’m nearly positive I’ve had a couple estrogen surges, there’s no proof. The only time my estrogen levels have been checked in the last long while has been while I was getting the Zoladex injections. So in order to have my ovaries removed I’d have to be tested for the BRCA gene. A person can’t just say, “I want genetic testing.” You have to go through counseling and they determine if you’re a good candidate. Because I have such a limited family history of cancer, I’m probably not a great candidate. It’s possible they won’t even test me. And I don’t want it anyway.
Because I have no breast tissue anymore there is no concern that estrogen will cause breast cancer. DUH! My chances of ovarian cancer are no higher than any other woman’s and I’m actually lucky in that I’m being followed closely. My tumor markers are checked every three months and if there’s ever a spike then I’ll have diagnostic testing. So even if my ovaries ARE working and I’m producing estrogen, it’s not a horrible thing for me. He’s going to keep an eye on my estrogen levels and if it turns out they are working, then I’ll maybe have them removed later. But it’s not the urgent matter I had been lead to believe. So I’m not going to be having any more surgery any time in the near future and what a relief that is!
He took a look at my blisters and said, “Oh. You have herpes.” Okay. That’s not really what he said. He said shingles, but you know, they’re part of the herpes family. Didn’t I say I thought it was a virus? Though it doesn’t present like classic shingles so he said it could be some other variation, but he’s certain it’s a virus. So now I’m on Valtrex, the same medicine in the genital herpes commercial. It makes me a little dizzy (dizzier than usual) so I had to forego my bible study this morning. :o(
Have you ever seen that old Cheech and Chong movie where the Middle Eastern guy is telling the hair dresser to “Take my hair piece”, but it sounds like he’s saying herpes and the hair dresser is saying, “No way, man. I don’t want your herpes.” “But I eenseest you take my harpese.” “I don’t want your herpes, man.” Yeah. Can you imagine how often I’ve heard this banter in the last 24 hours??
The White Russian was impressed with my boobs. From a very clinical standpoint, that is. And I proudly showed him the mole that used to be on my belly, but complained about the faint stretch marks that also made the transfer. I won’t be getting nipples until sometime in the fall and I almost blurted that Todd suggested I just use gumdrops, but thankfully stopped myself. I did tell the nurse who weighed me that I’d just started Weight Watchers and I was going to be a shadow of my former self the next time she weighed me. She was nice and feigned interest.
Sally and I really bonded yesterday. I love her. I think she loves me, too. Today is our one week anniversary. If I wasn’t so muddled I’d take her out to lunch.
‘The White Russian’ is hilarous! Congrats on not having to have any more surgeries in the near future! That is wonderful news! Keep it up with the WW! You will be skinny in no time!
Hi Jen…thanks for coming by my blog. Love your coffee theme too LOL.I’m going to take a look around here now…I’ll be back:)
You make me laugh in my belly!! I have seen the Cheech & Chong…along with every other silly humored movie – i’m an easy laugh and silly humor tickles me. Happy Anniversary! The weather here is quite similar to yours, but windy…VERY windy. My poor little Dachshunds are about to take flight if I leave them out very long!Yay for no more surgery!!
I am so glad there is no more surgerys I am going to add a link to you later today *cough wheeze** when I am feeling a little better I am also going to read through all your post to get caught up, if you see someone here for like 2 hours its me!!
I am so happy you have no surgeries coming up. Did you ever think someone would say such a thing to you? It sure isn’t what I imagined my life being like when I was younger!
I’m thinkin’ your life could be turned into a sitcom of sorts. Make sure you include the White Russian and the husband with the “gumdrop” idea….
So glad the visit went well. Gumdrops! HA HA.Hope you had fun using those flex points! Wine night … FUN!
Hellooooo::::waving::::Okay…here’s the deal with the comment problem.If one skims through blogs and tries to comment that =’s denied.If one actually signs on to Blogger, minimizes and then skims through blogs and tries to comment that =’s success!Took me month to figure that out.Why Blogger won’t just frickenfracken advise everyone of that is beyond me.On to better things.Meaning…you!Love the blog! Love your sense of humor.Are you the long lost twin I never had?Perhaps we went to different schools together?We currently have so much in common!I, too, have a White Russian Oncologist…she’s a she though.I, too, have shingles right now.(On a side note, I’m telling everyone that I got them from you since girl-on- girl action is what’s in right now, seeing as how that’s as close as I’ll ever get to girl-on-girl action it should suffice the masses at the very least!)And because of a horrible plastic surgeon, I may just implement the gum drop idea!By the way…did I mention that I’m known for looooong comments?I’ll stop here…for now…but after I go back to bed and wake up again…I’m a gonna send you a looooooong email!Consider yourself warned;)
Jen – Thanks for the enouragement!Trish – Thanks for the visit and come back any time. :o)Jodi – I’m so glad you know the movie I’m talking about!! Hope your babies are safe on the ground!Random – Thanks for the link. My links are in desparate need of being caught up. Maybe I’ll do that today, too. Hope you’re feeling better!Radioactive – I know! My new patient forms are starting to look like novels – I always need a second sheet.Barb – My life has always played like a sitcom! LOLSwishy – I think I used ALL my flex points for the week last night! But it was worth it.Boobless – Thanks for coming by! I would love to have an epic email from you! We have much to discuss. :o)