Cancer is the gift that keeps on giving (no terrible news, don't worry.)
Well, I think I mentioned here that my last mammogram came back clear. However, I had a real fucking adventure on the way to Viable Paradise, which was that on the car ride from my house to Falmouth, where we were staying overnight before catching the ferry the next day, my bad shoulder decided to lock up completely (and agonizingly—worse than it has ever been, 8 out of 10 pain, etc) and… no idea if this was linked or not? my post-surgical breast developed a rollicking case of cellulitis.
Well, I spent a feverish and uncomfortable night, and the next morning Scott drove me to urgent care first thing. Whee?
Ten days of antibiotics later, I seem to be fine. It was fun teaching an extremely intense writing workshop while trying not to develop sepsis though, I tell you what. Anyway, the problem here is that once you take out some of the lymph nodes, stuff doesn’t drain as well as it should, and radiation leaves a lot of scar tissue behind, and between the edema and the so forth you get fluid not moving as well as it should and the fluid can get infected.
So yay.
Anyway, that’s handled now. And assuming there is no cancer recurrence, I can start giving blood again in February.
In other doctor news I’m trying to find a rheumatologist who is not leaving the state immediately to get better treatment for my psoriatic arthritis because I am really struggling with pain levels currently—though getting off corn is helping, but not helping enough.
A few more days of running around like the proverbial headless chicken and then I can spend a lovely winter going noplace and writing books.
I can’t wait, honestly.