January 30th — I said I didn’t want permanent tattoos so I get multi-colored Xs and dots all over my chest each day. I suspect some of these would be there even with the radiation tattoos since the techs mark … Continue reading
January 29th — Happy Birthday Mom! Radiation is still awful and today my shoulders and arms began aching terribly during the procedure. I don’t know if it was the positioning or the fact that the techs had to take extra … Continue reading
January 28th — For some reason, radiation wasn’t as grueling today. I saw my radiation oncologist who was kind and compassionate and understood my anxiety. I still haven’t made friends with the scary machine, but my uncle gave me permission … Continue reading
January 28th — I hate radiation. Two hours and two minutes until my next appointment.
January 27th — I hate radiation. Mentally, it’s worse than the chemo. I cried all the way to radiation after dropping Daniel at preschool and all the way home. Then, I made homemade pasta dough and ravioli with preschoolers. What … Continue reading
January 26th — Day Two and I’m toying with the idea of accepting my radiation with gratitude. Thanksgiving that there is one more line of therapy to prevent this illness from claiming my life. Right now, it’s still a reminder … Continue reading
January 25th — I don’t like my life right now. Even with Xanax, I’m pretty unhappy. I’m generally upbeat, so I suspect this malaise will pass, but I’m allowing myself to feel sorry for myself today. I had cancer after … Continue reading
January 24th — Well, we’re back in 60 degree Austin. It’s nice to be home and hug the kids, but I miss the mountain! In looking at the photos from the ski trip, I realized what my Aunt and Uncle … Continue reading
January 23rd — Well, losing chest muscle strength due to mastectomy sure affects skiing. The motion to snap the ski boots on is lost for me, but as Greg pointed out, I never really fastened my own ski boots anyway … Continue reading
January 22nd — If God intended Sara to live in a mansion with crystal floors and a swimming pool, God intended me to be a ski bunny. On the plane, I asked what time it was and Greg told me, … Continue reading
