I've lost 11 pounds. Another 11 and I'll be bikini ready. While I don't recommend cancer as a way to get to your fighting weight, I'm thrilled with the drop. Dr. Evans has noted my weight loss with a frown of disapproval. She said, "I need some meat on your bones if you get sick." I have plenty of meat left, mostly around my midsection. I refer to it as the classic "muffin top" but maybe it's baked goods made with meat - like mince meat pie around my gut.
The saddest part to me is while I'd love for chemo to help me drop the spare tire, it's my boobs that are suffering. I'm sure it's 5.5 pounds lost from the left one, another 5.5 from the right. It's an injustice of nature that the weight should leave the fun spot first.
On the upside, I was cold in the hospital so I might invest in one of these scarves.
I'm loving the rose tattoo on the woman on the left. Classy! |
So the snuggly time on the couch with the girls is a welcome change and a much needed rest. When I think back to this illness, this is what I will remember. This is what having cancer looks like for me:
Well, it's a big night tonight. Chris and I have tickets to the Lancaster Chamber of Commerce dinner with guest speaker Former British Prime Minister Tony Blair. I plan to dress to the nines and wear my best wig. I've been resting for two days just to save up the energy to walk from the front of the convention center to the back where my table is. And it's a big day tomorrow when we get the latest blood work. I think it's going to be fine. Will keep you posted!
i never gave anyone permission to make a scarf out of my boobs....what the hell!! hehe!!! I Love you Mer were praying hard for you down here in NC!!! x0x
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