All Pinked Out

My last dose of Herceptin was Oct. 29th. It was a festive day for Senor and I , and a high sugar day for the staff in the chemo room. The nurse and I were singing “Last Chemo” to the tune of Gloria Gaynor’s old disco hit “Last Dance”. Little did we realize how inappropriate it all was as Gloria died from , let us take a guess! CANCER! Yikes. So now I will still be tied to the CC, but just for my anti hormone pill pickup every three months and the occasional visit with the regular oncologyist and the radiation oncologyist. And the heart thing. Well, I have been released from taking those blood pressure pills which were meant to protect my heart from the chemo and it’s destructive ways. I have another MUGGA scan next month to see where I ended up after fifteen months of chemotherapy. Remember ? I started in August 2014 with the heart of an athlete…I have some blood pressure pills left over, but a friend of mine is taking the same drug, so like a good child from the 60’s I am going to share my drugs with her. Let us all guess who “SHE” is. Some times I wish I had saved every single bottle my drugs came in. Senor says why ? I honestly cannot say why. It is too late now to save them or take my picture every time I had a dose of chemo (which a couple of people were doing)
One good thing which occured is that my reconstrucive surgery and port removal were moved from Feb.2016 to Nov. 9th. When asked by the Plastic Surgeons office if I minded driving out to the airport area to have my operation at a smaller hospital in that part of town , I advised them that I could get myself to just about any airport in Canada they had in mind if it meant unloading that darn port earlier. That surgery went quite smoothly. It was early in the morning was is always a good thing with all of that stuff about not eating or drinking after midnight.
Now let us finish today with the bad news. The pain medication that I was given post surgery made me incredibly itchy and rather dazed. One of my associates advised me that I am probably suffering from some sort of PTSD. Sending out vague emails, scratching, gobbling down leftover Haloween candy, mumbling and picking on Senor. Seeing we did not have any trick or treaters, I am talking about alot of candy. Oh, and then last week I had a toothache which required rushing off to the dentist and I am halfway through a root canal procedure. Power went out and the new fridge is on the fritz. Freezing everything, but refusing to make ice. Of course the level of customer service from the vendor leaves alot to be desired. And then I lost everyting on the computer, did something wrong trying to restore it. I am talking e mail, music, pictures and the like, and have not been able to find the rocket stick. And then there was a total loss of communication with my hairdresser and my head is now sporting the Peter Fastbender look (a really unattractive Canadian politician) Of course I can say “it will grow back” but myself and others that have suffered from chemo hair loss apparently have a real fear about the hair never coming back. I have already given away all of my hats. This, therefore, cannot happen. Oh, I did I mention that I woke up this morning with a cold? It does get much better. I am no longer being treated for cancer. And that is a good thing!