In an effort to bring you all bang up to date, I have skipped a couple of weeks but all you’re missing out on is annoying coughs, sore arms, fatigue and high blood pressure. Oh, and teenage spots!
As you may have realised, the lack of red wine in my life has been a real low point. I tried all types, Merlot, Shiraz, Malbec, Cab Sav – it’s like listing my favourite boy band – but nothing tasted right.
Last week while OH was working one evening, myself and the Ginger Prince were enjoying a binge watch of Dawson’s Creek (judge away!) and I just knew the evening required a glass of red. I selected a cheap-ish bottle of Shiraz just in case it would end up in a stew (never tell OH there is wine in his stew). Hurrah! I’m back! That glass was simply delicious.
This might seem like a tiny thing to you, but to me it feels like yes, this three month mark actually is a turning point.
There was more good news to come. I had my three month appointment with the consultant. Ready? My Blood Pressure was down to 137/95 – woohoo! I was tempted to mention the return of red wine in my diet, but I chose to keep that to myself. I’d already noticed he didn’t chuckle when I told him how fast I could drive to Cork, so I figured we’re maybe not on the same wave length.
Of course, there’s always a small disappointment. They had previously discussed reducing my immunotherapy meds at the three month mark. I had hoped this would reduce the side effects. But he explained he was very reluctant to do this as it had been such an aggressive attack. Even I know when not to argue with that.
The next milestone will be February when I have my first scan since my op. He initially said that would be March. I put my best persuasive eyes on him for that – I can’t wait til March for reassurance. It worked and we agreed on February.
Whilst at CUH I also had an appointment with the physio for yet another sexy garment to wear because of the lymphedema in my leg.
I apologise in advance for the naked toes – they’re not Christmas polished yet. But as the compression stocking is opened toed, it’s causing my toes to swell. The next stocking will have toes but as a stop-gap measure, I now have this little item. Other ladies get lingerie for Christmas – I get a foot glove!
I will post another update before Santa arrives, but in case you all get too busy or too drunk I hope this pic gives you a chuckle.
There has undoubtedly been tears, but the best way to see this through really is to laugh.