Yesterday saw my third installment of saline for expansion and now have definite cleavage. We still have some catching up to do but I expect that will take place in the next few weeks and then the real work begins, in both.I am thrilled with my level of activity I’ve been able to achieve which has meant I have been able to keep within my weight goals. Although nothing too noticeable on the scales (I suspect the amount of saline they are pumping in is equating to the amount of weight I am losing each week), I can now see remnants of my 6 pack. All be it when I suck in really hard and they are quite camouflaged by the outer fat and highlight the enormous love handles. However in saying all that I am not concerned about any of that fat, as that is not the danger, although unsightly, it is not the fat that causes cancers, inflammation, immune deficiency, liver disease, fatigue, unhealthy chemistry imbalance …. I could go on. I am only concerned with the visceral fat (under those abs of mine) and am working towards that reduction, slowly but surely so I can change for a lifetime.I am now able to reach my shampoo without having to preempt the stretch, move in bed without planning it before hand, walk for close to an hour without being exhausted and flopping on the couch for the rest of the day and be involved in meal preparation including shopping and chopping. Todd says my back scar looks as simple as a stretch mark. Quite remarkable in only 4 and a half weeks really, but with a week and half left off work, I need to start preparing myself for 8 hour days.Today our Plantation Shutters are being installed while I plan to watch Demolition Man while sitting on the recumbent exercise bike (I may peddle occasionally) – there’s the doorbell now!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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