Strange boobs...

My boobs are weird today.  How many times in your life do you get to say that?  The saline spacer implants shift so today the right one (Bob) has some really attractive upper cleavage    While the left (Doug) is still languishing but has nice bottom weight.

More saline tomorrow.

We took pictures after last week's fill.  I did a few pics of yours truly in a gas mask for my sisters having to deal with the chemo.  Stay strong ladies!!

That makes only two appointments this week.  The other one was bone density, so tomorrow will be the only painful one.  Go me!

In other news, we have a meeting on Thursday regarding Jack getting kicked in the junk by another kid, right before Christmas break.  That should be fun.  I am actually thinking of not going.  The shot they are giving me to force me into menopause is making me just a tiny bit volatile.  (See below).

Song of the Moment

"Strange brew -- killin' what's inside of you. 
On a boat in the middle of a raging sea, 
She would make a scene for it all to be Ignored."

-Cream 

   

Wooo Hooooo!!!

Every appointment with the cancer doctor (oncologist) should be like a mini-holiday.  I mean, he's all dressed up.  Always the nice suit and all.  I think I should get new shoes each time at least.  But really, I think I deserve a nice dress, and a mani/pedi.

Today we decided to throw my body into menopause hard, fast, and because we can.  You know what that means????  Hard and fast hot flashes, mood swings ( like I need more of those ) and a very painful shot in the ass every 3 months.  (I counted to 45.  That's 45 seconds of what-ever-the-hell being pushed very very slowly into my ass.)

I also found that the vampires will need just 4 (FOUR) vials of blood every 3 months for the foreseeable future.  Fan-Fucking-Tastic!  I am so excited.

(The pan, she is dead.)

So it's been a red letter week.  I flipped my shit, ran away from home, gave my son a full on panic attack, cried myself dry, crashed my computer (reboot/re-installed/regurgitated), and though it is only Tuesday I have a cancer appointment every single fucking day this week.

Hey, but I have a new trick.  I can flex my right breast.  It's hilarious.

I am rusting away.

PS.  And this is a huge PS.  If I didn't have friends like Kimpy, who send me hand written letters, and pictures from her daughters, I might curl up and die.  Thank you my friends.  I love you.

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