Operation Daze

Finally, something inspiring enough to make me come back to my old blog that hasn't been touched in ages. It was the thought that my friend Kristi wanted me to sign up for CaringBridge.org to keep my friends and family updated on my health due to my body's seemingly amazing ability to sneak cancer cells into everything my surgeon touches.

Caring Bridge is a very nice site, I checked it out and nearly signed up. They had cupcakes for a page design, and I thought that would be fun since my day camp name is Cupcake. I first took the name Cupcake in High School when Mr. Umstader told us to write down our names and what we would like him to call us on the seating chart. He choked on his coffee when he came to my name, and every once in a while, usually when I was being difficult, he would call me Cupcake and make me laugh. He was my Chemistry teacher, so I was probably difficult a lot in that class.

So, finally I rejected Caring Bridge for two reasons. One is that I have this site and why sign up for another one? The other, more sinister reason is that Caring Bridge offers a book option, so you can buy your postings in book form. I am thinking, why the Hell do I want a book about me getting biopsies and operations and Lord knows what else? Is this supposed to be some wonderful memory for me? I am hoping life gets back to normal after this summer!! I may laugh my way through this, but I am not going to look back on it fondly one day if I can help it.

So, update on my body: Mammogram, biopsy, mammogram, lumpectomy, mammogram, MRI, sonogram, MRI biopsy, and now a scheduled thyroidectomy, sentinal lymph node removal under both arms, and soon a bilateral mastectomy and reconstruction. I probably missed a few mammograms in there, and I forgot to mention the metal chunk they left in me after the first biopsy that they attached a metal wire to before the lumpectomy, and I got to sit around with a metal wire sticking out of my chest until I got called in for surgery. I felt like a Transformer or the Terminator until the painkiller wore off. Then it was just annoying.

So, if you really, really want to know what's going on, feel free to follow me on this blog site, I will update it frequently, maybe even every day. Evidently some of you care about me since Kristi has a ton of volunteers making meals for the BIG operation of removal and rebuilding. I feel like a Bob the Builder project.

Thanks for caring, maybe you'll get over that by the time you actually get to know me!! ;^)

Love Mary