Sorry I haven't written in a couple of days - Went to Boston to check on the red spot on my breast. The dr. wasn't concerned. He said it wasn't an infection. He covered it with tape (again!!!) to see if it's possible it is just oversensitive after surgery to outside factors such as detergent, clothing dye, etc. Strangely, the redness is gone this morning!! Odd that there's no redness anywhere else, but I guess it depends on what was done underneath the skin in surgery to make it more sensitive. I'm sure it will be fine in time. Now that I'm not doing chemo, he said we can schedule the second surgery (to tuck up my other girl and do the nipple replacement.), which I guess would be in a couple of months. That is just minor though.
I had a lovely time in Boston - and then went to Rockport for an overnight. On my way into the hospital I saw the guy who got the hand transplant (my dr. was on the team that did the surgery). I recognized him from online photographs. He was looking great and had a spring in his step. Although the docs office was so backed up because of the storm on Tues, everyone was extremely pleasant. After that, I went to meet my friend Michael for lunch, and while I was waiting for him, I strolled over to Fanuel Hall. There was a big crowd of people there waiting for a group becoming US citizens. When they came out of the hall, everyone was showing their new citizenship papers proudly - such a nice thing to stumble across. Then I had the sweetest exchange with a young Chinese vendor, when I asked what one of the Chinese characters meant. On my way to the Holocaust memorial, I took a wrong turn, and had a very sweet conversation with a woman who set me on the right track. While having lunch with Michael at he Union Oyster House, I was telling him about the Burzynski movie, and the people at the next table apparently overheard, and came over to tell us how Dr. Burzynski had said he would accept their daughter in law in a clinical trial. They were quite passionate about him, and we had a great conversation. The weekend continued with some great conversations with friends at Guiseppe's in Gloucester that night and some chance encounters in a couple of stores. It seemed that I stopped in to see my friend Walter (also has cancer) just at the right time, and we had a special moment. It ocurred to me on my way home that if we counted these little encounters we have every day - we'd realize how many beautiful moments we have. And the more conscious of them we become, the more of them we have. So in this month of Thanksgiving, I'm going to center on gratitude, and hope that the people I meet are as positively affected by me as I have been by others - Let your light shine!
I think perhaps part of this is that I'm coming back to "me" again after struggling so long with the idea of doing chemo. I know this decision wouldn't be for everybody - but I'm sure it's right for me. I feel a great sense of relief. Now, I begin the research of how I can monitor myself for any recurrances, and what alternative modalities I will use (and can afford). Whatever the case, I know God will guide me.
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