Feels like back on the Train

26/4/16

So tomorrow I get back on the train journey. Tomorrow is my first zoladex injection - the cattle sized one! After speaking with my gynecologist, he did say it's a lot to have 36 injections over 3 years, but it would be best to do everything I can to prevent the cancer coming back. He said that I could start by having the injections and see how I go and if they are unbearable then have my ovaries removed as an alternative - or change to the premenopausal treatment until I'm 50.

He does doubt whether my ovaries survived the chemo and suggests that as they haven't worked so far that they are most probably fried and having surgery to remove dead organs may be unnecessary. The problem is we don't know and won't know! He has taken some blood and has sent it off to pathology for testing.

He did say that if it's the psychological part of going to the cancer centre each month that it could be administered by my gp instead at least. I have enjoyed my body being somewhat 'normal' without regular drugs or medication....until tomorrow then for 10 years. I just have to think of it like the pill.

My breast surgeon said no more surgery until I get full movement of my arm so my physio is now not mucking around......and it hurts! Today I had my torture, she apologised through most of it...:(

Thursday is my scheduled plastics appointment and am gearing up for more removal of fluid from the donor side - not looking forward to that. I wonder how much more fluid will need to be extracted??? It will also be the time to discuss the next surgery.

The other day I had my blog open and Jana read a part of it. She was shocked to learn that Cora had passed away. She asked me if it was that day and I told her it was back in September. I explained to her the reason I didn't tell her and she asked if I was upset and did I want to talk about it. She took it pretty well, but was quite circumspect for a while after that. She kept asking me if I was okay.....sweetie.