My camp cabin in Vermont sits very close to the road (I am prone to say “slap on the road”). Our road is very popular with hikers and walkers, and most days when I am washing dishes, I can look out of my sink window and see people walking past. They usually glance in and…
On to the boring routine of having Pancho zapped every day for the next four weeks. An hour drive for a five minute event. Not that I want it to last longer! On my first day, they gave me an appropriately prison-orange colored tote bag that has the name of the facility, which has the…
So, Pete I went to the next appointment at a different facility. This doctor was also male, but completely appropriate and professional. Surprise- he didn’t think an exam was necessary for the consultation. I feel at ease with him and the staff there. He reviewed my info and we discussed pros and cons. I decided…
This round of boob butchery was a little easier since I knew what to expect. The time was later in the day, so I didn’t have to get up at the crack of dawn, too. So, same routine, put on gown, do the Papillon name and serial number bit over and over. I did have…
So we waited a few days for the results. The only remarkable thing about these four days is that I had the most debilitating case of constipation you could possibly conceive of. Sorry, TMI, but what do you expect from someone who posted surgery pictures on their blog? You, my fine and very few readers,…
Really, after all the boob-hook madness, the surgery was kind of an anticlimax. They wheeled me in, there’s a crowd, probably five techs bustling cheerily around and the surgeon wasn’t even in there yet. A crowd to play to, and with the assistance of the “happy” drug just shot into my IV? I’m game! The…
As much as I would have liked to encamp on that river in Egypt indefinitely, the day of the surgery loomed near. At the consultation, I was given two antiseptic wipe packets in a white gift bag. I was to take a shower the night before and the morning of the surgery, and wipe my…
Now, what to do with the news of the results? I had been squatting near that river in Egypt for a week thinking David Niven would be telling me it was nothing. Not that it was the most terrible news ever. It was pretty good news, for certain, it wasn’t quiiiite cancer, and would be…
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Because we don’t have a primary care doctor yet in Vermont (we are on a waiting list), my only doctor so far is my gynecologist. I have been listing her as primary care. So there was some confusion as to who was going to tell me the results of my test. The Breast Health Navigator…
My mom had breast cancer, then died of complications from bladder and liver cancer. My sister Tracey had breast cancer, I think stage 4 (we didn’t talk about stages) and went through hell with chemotherapy and radiation and a lumpectomy and beat it. Even though T and I both have had genetic testing that says…
There are lots of great local restaurants in Vermont. The locals in most all of the small towns fight the good fight to keep the chains out. We’ve tried a lot of these restaurants, and the food is excellent, with lots of diversity from Thai food to Tex-Mex to diner grub, almost any kind of…
I’m not sure that anyone even reads this blog, but just in case, here’s a lightning update on what’s going on in my life so my future posts make some sense: We got an Olde English Bulldogge puppy back in July of 2017. Her name is Idgie, and she’s now 14 months old. Except for…
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