Whoop whoop. Two drains just got pulled out and I only have two more left in my back which are definitely coming out tomorrow, and then I can get discharged. I’m hoping to be home by lunch time. The weird thing is it’s exactly the same day my drains came out last year from my mastectomy – Valentine’s day. Hopefully my husband will buy me flowers this time (pink tulips are my favourite).😘🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷
Thankful I can go home soon because today I have been as bored as bat shit, climbing the walls, feeling like a caged animal, an imprisoned innocent & stir crazy. Other than that I’ve been great. 🤪
So if you were thinking of sending me flowers for Valentine’s Day – don’t send then here!!🌹🌹🌹
Happy days xx
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I was 21 and I was planning a wedding, buying a house and had a job interview for the job of my dreams on my 22nd birthday. You see I was being made redundant and had to find a new job by August. Especially with the new mortgage now. It was April. I worked for CML and my new job was a done deal. All I needed was a medical. And with that, just like that....my life was turned upside down and I was diagnosed with CML, ha ha, I know the irony. My hematologist had a laugh at that too. I had Chronic Myeloid Leukeamia, which was normally reserved for 70 year old men. Quite rare for a young adult to get, so how would they treat it? I underwent two separate trials until finally it was decided my best chance of survival (all be it only 50% chance), would be a MUD BMT (matched unrelated bone marrow transplant), now known as VUD Allograt (volunteer unrelated donor). I was told 21 years ago the chance of finding a match was 1 in 20,000 (and that is everyone was on the bone marrow donor registry). Scary odds. So being the risk taker I am I said "go for it". They found a match and that was my first miracle in this journey. The second miracle was, it worked - new blood type, two different DNA profiles and the miracle of medicine was reborn inside me. The third miracle is my son.
25 years on, I now face a new challenge. Breast Cancer. Certainly not the first person to have cancer, to have invasive ductile cancer, hormone receptive and HER2 +, or to even have a dual diagnosis. But this is not another Webiste about a cancer survivor, this is just my excuse to finally publicly write. Along the way I am hoping I can share some insights I have learnt over the years and at the same time, give you a good belly laugh.
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