Seven weeks after it started tormenting me, the abscess has finally shut up, literally! lol! 😀 No more pus, no more daily dressing changes in the health centre or by the district nurses. The nurses are very nice and it was fun to be interacting with them, but I was getting fed up with the routine and so was my skin; rather tired with all the dressings being put on and taken off. It’s good to rest from the hospital visits. I’m glad I can enjoy the summer weather without this pesky abscess bothering me!
Freedom, freedom, freedom….. lalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaa……….
The surgeon too was happy with how the wound has been healing. I still have to see him this Friday, but it is just a check-up and then I will hopefully have a longer break from seeing the breast clinic staff. Sometimes I think I might be entering some form of secondary denial, but I just don’t want to think about all this cancer stuff any more. I don’t want to be hooked on websites feeding fears of having mets. I just want to move on with my life and however long my life is going to be, I want to enjoy every day and not be a walking dead, always worried, always scared. Que sera sera! 😀
I have developed a lymphoedema in the arm where my lymph nodes were removed and will have some treatment for it, but am not ready to think about it. I protect this arm and do the necessary exercises and realize that the side effects of the cancer treatment may take a long time to heal or decrease. I don’t want to dwell on it, though.
It has been a very challenging year. It was on the 6th of July, last year, that the surgeon told me I had the grade 3, invasive ductal carcinoma, which translated as ‘you are going to die and die soon’…. They say ‘cancer’ is just a word and that’s true, but nobody wants to hear that word used in the context of their health and life…..
A year on, I am glad to be alive and ready to focus on recovering and regaining my life and I am still smiling!