This time last year I was newly diagnosed and surrounded by people I did not want to tell in hopes of having one final "normal" weekend of fun before my life changed. This year I am complaining about my life and I think I need a good slap.
Now don't get me wrong my life is pretty close to perfect but it has been warm here lately..which is amazing in itself. The heat has caused me to sweat and sweating while having a hot flash ...well I may as well put a bowl under me and open up my own pool.
Now the drug I am taking to control the hot flashes is working. I am down to 2-3 a day on average. I have also begun to itch ..not there!...but beneath my scar. It is a weird feeling when you itch beneath a surface that you want to scratch. You start scratching but realize that the top layer of skin is numb so you never get down to the place that needs to be scratched. I am thinking about finding a tree and rubbing my chest against it in hopes of relief...now THAT would give the neighbours something to talk about. They would probably think I am practicing some odd type of pole dancing.
On top of the itch the rubber on the back of the prosthetic and the clamminess of my body are reacting against each other and causing me to whip the boob out for occasional relief.
On the flip side, I am now one week without the wig and I have had lots of people comment that I should keep my hair this way. You crazy fools I am going to let my hair grow...GROW..GROW. Until of course it takes too long to dry and then I will hack it off again. I do have to think about my newly exposed head and find that being out in the sun for any length of time is not a good thing and I find myself seeking shade more than I ever have.
Now I have complained..a bit..but don't get me wrong, I am happy these are my only problems in my life and let's face it..the heat...nothing that a little <or big> margarita can't cure!
