3/8/21
For Heaven's sake, I can't type any more. Have to use one hand. This is gonna take forever. Arrrgghhhhh! I got some more sun today, but the white bowl on my head appears to be there to stay. Drat. David took me to physical therapy this afternoon to learn how to help drain my torso and left arm of fluid because I have no lymph nodes over there and it's swelling. It was a lot to take in and I'm not sure the two of us can remember everything we learned today. He was taught how to wrap my left arm, too. OMG. It looks like I have a cast on. My fingers are triple wrapped separately and then my arm is wrapped triple all the way to my armpit.
I can barely move my arm and my fingers are pretty much stuck straight out. It's all compression wrapped to move the fluid out of my arm. The lovely compression sleeve I've been wearing isn't good enough. And, get this..... I'm supposed to keep this wrap on for 2-4 days at a time. That means no shower. I told David that's the part I really didn't like because I won't be able to wash my hair. He said he was sorry. I had to remind him I have no hair. At least we laughed at that!
So, now I look like a bald mummy. This is great! Lymphedema is no joke, tho. It's no fun and can be dangerous, so I'll be diligent with this wrap. David has his work cut out for him! I've gone through worse than this, so this will just be one more thing under my belt.
Tomorrow morning at 9:40 a.m. is chemo. I've gotten all my chores done so I won't feel bad about being laid up this week. I guess I'm ready for another round. Not sure how often I'll get on the computer, or even talk into my phone to post something, so be patient with me.
Thought of the day:
I miss the 90's, when bread was still good for you, and kale wasn't invented yet.
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