My Journey

I’m not posting about the new book or the split from the royal family. I am writing about my dog, Lily, pacing in the bathroom. “How does she know? Why won’t she settle down,” I ask myself, sighing

Thursday morning I was set free! My thoracic surgeon removed my Pleurex catheter. That foreign object that was constantly pulling and pinching.

Finally some damn cute wigs! All free from Cancer Care!🙏  Two shorties and two medium length blonde wigs (one with human hair.) Score!

Sometimes we need to go on a journey to figure out where we are meant to be. Yesterday I went wig shopping with Laura (much #gratitude Laura❤️.)

Saw my VN this am who determined I have crepitus in several areas and pain around my surgical site. 

I hopped on the liquid gold train about about 3pm starting with a series of injected preventatives: Benadryl and two others to try to prevent or minimize reactions. 

Sharing my first look this morning (hope it doesn’t offend anyone but I’m going to be REAL honest on this journey.)

Thank you Lorraine for navigating NYC traffic to get me to Sloan. A packed Sloan parking garage sent us around a few blocks trying to find somewhere to park. The floor I’m on is like a busy beehive of activity.

I wish I was writing here about Lily but I got the results today on the other PET. 😣 PET shows high grade serous cervical cancer.

A timeline of the first few months of my cancer journey.