De Plane! De Plane!

Yup, I got a new Tattoo!  Wednesday! It was a miracle and all worked out great. It's looking awesome and hasn't peeled yet... but it will, I hope soon!

I guess I'm blogging less these days because I feel less "Cancery" in ways. I'm settling into my life as a patient. I have a scar under my armpit that I see every time I lift weights at the gym. Now I have a pink ribbon (well, it's my second - the first was for my mom) tattooed on my shoulder. I have a special bracelet to wear when I go on a plane that instructs "no needles, no BP on left arm". I have an expander in my body that has been there since late October and will be exchanged in less than 2 months. I take a pill nightly that I will have to take nightly for the next 5-10 years. But I'm adjusting to it all.

Yesterday we went to get my daughter's impacted tooth pulled by an oral surgeon. He did not pull it. I'll get to the bottom of it tomorrow, but it seems our referral didn't talk about her appliance (which is not removable) or her baby tooth that is supposedly in the way.  So, we walked to Chinatown and had some massive dim sum (which we can now refer to as Dim Yum) and walked through a street fair to buy a bubble tea and watermelon (our usual fare at these events, unless someone is in dire need of socks). These cancery fundraiser people were out asking for donations - donate a dollar for everyone you know who has cancer. They looked at my husband and gave him the schpiel and he said "My wife has cancer". They told him that he should donate a dollar for me. He said he'd rather give it to me directly. I don't really get down with the street solicitors either. Save the children. Save the whales. I am all about causes, and we work with and play concerts for and give to a few organizations near and dear to us, when we can afford to. But this whole street thing gives me the heebie jeebies. Especially the Save the Children kids - and they're kids - they literally wave at you like you're friends and then walk with you and try to appeal to your loneliness (assuming you are lonely because you're walking in a city full of people all alone!!!) Even when you have headphones in. Even when you tell them you're in a rush/busy/don't speak English.

Other charities solicit by mail - they send address labels with a letter, and I think, you're spending the money to print out address labels for a squillion people that don't give to your organization? So if I donate, I'm buying address labels for those people and not helping anyone out (I'm pretty sure folks can write their own return address if they even mail anything anymore!)  No thanks.

Back to CANCER! Wheeee!  No, actually, I have nothing more to say about cancer at the moment. Other than it still sucks flaming monkey balls. But I'm having a good time regardless. That sodium from yesterday blew me up a bit but I had a massive testosteroney workout this morning and have been very diligent with food (dessert is apples, a splash of wine, cinnamon and nutmeg - baked!)  That bloat will really put you in a bad mood if you let it. None for me, thanks!