Today is March 3rd (my son Cory’s 23rd birthday-boy I feel old)…

I’m headed for surgery tomorrow to replace one of my tissue expanders. I wasn’t scheduled to have this done until the beginning of May because the doctor’s schedule was booked, but an opening popped up. Apparently he only works out of Southern NH Regional Medical Center once a week, sometimes two. I’m so fortunate because this saves me more than two months on my recovery. The surgery for my implants is scheduled for May 31st. It should be smooth sailing from that point on. This surgery isn’t going to be very pleasant, nor will the saline injections, but I know I’ve got to do this and it’s the beginning to the finish of all this. At least I’ll have my new chest for the summer. Oh and by the way, Dr. Chatson is going to take care removing the two basal cells (skin cancer) while I’m under. That’s one less procedure I’ll have to endure later.

I’m not looking forward to soreness after the saline injections again. I haven’t had an injection since the beginning of December, but I remember quite clearly. My sleep is already disturbed at least once an hour because my chest hurts from lying on my side. I need to roll over and that’s not so easy. I absolutely cannot sleep on my back because that hurts worst. And those night sweats from chemo… Oh my God. I’m ready for those to go away. It’s been a month since my last chemo but the sweats are still here. I guess I should get used to them because I’m going on Tamoxifen as of May 1st. I know it’s a miracle drug but I haven’t heard very many people say that it’s a pleasant drug to take, that the night sweats and hot flashes are miserable. After five years of Tamoxifen, I’ll probably go into menopause. So I guess I look forward to about 15 years of hot, sweaty misery. Yippie. Oh well, the price we pay to be a woman, huh?

Well wish me luck tomorrow. I’m going to sign off now, but I’ll be back in touch soon to let everyone know how the surgery went.