Showing posts with label health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label health. Show all posts

Thursday, November 22, 2018

Pain




Pain is my nemesis.
My cross to bear.
Burning spreads across my chest.
Tentacles snake up my neck ... across my shoulders... down my arms...

If I drew it, it would look like a molten heaving mass - black, and red, and yellow...

Fatigue melts my flesh ‘til it feels liquid and heavy... 
the only respite - 
Be a horizon on a bed of relief. 

Breathe in.
Breathe out.
My soul whispers...
“Let go of the sea of shame.
The dishes will wait.
The floors will stay unswept.
No one is coming to judge your decor.
Let go.”

I lay as an horizon. 
My body at rest...restore...repeat.
I’ve been here before,
I’ve risen.
I will.
Again.





Monday, April 21, 2014

Can I have the envelope please?


And the winner is... 
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So I went back to the surgeon, and saw his resident, because, well I guess he's entitled to, he was on holidays. Age and experience are vastly different between the surgeon, and his resident. Which probably accounts for his total blasé attitude while discussing the tumour they removed from my breast.

Apparently, it was 3.5cm, with a margin of 1mm to my skin, 3mm to my chest muscle, and 1cm on each other side. It was a high grade tumour, meaning it grows quickly, has both progesterone and estrogen hormone receptors attached to the cancerous cells, and has been successfully removed. Great, right?

My heart friend who was with me couldn't understand why I wasn't ecstatic at the news. I mean, I'm happy that its gone, but my gut feels uneasy. Very uneasy. Too close. Those margins...too close.

There will be a meeting in two weeks between surgeon, oncologist, and whoever else is involved in these things, to discuss my case and what they suggest happens next, and I will see them a week later. When I go, I want to be far more informed then I was the other day.

I have been researching and reading articles on Breast Cancer Network Australia, Cancer AustraliaMcGrath Foundation, National Breast Cancer Foundation , and have joined a support group on Facebook for Younger Women with Breast Cancer. They have been a god send.

This is MY body, and I don't want to be 6 months down the track only to have to go through this again - or worse. I want to be proactive, not reactive. Informed, not naïve. I'm intelligent woman, who isn't prepared to put blind faith in the medical profession.

I'm also a scared woman, in the midst of yet another round of trauma... god damn C-PTSD.

Sigh.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

The new price is right

I'm not good at being in limbo. In fact I suck at it. Big time.

Last Thursday I had a lumpectomy on my right breast to remove the 3.3cm tumour that was happily growing there. It was having quite a party it seems, as it is deemed high grade - meaning its been growing fast.

Tomorrow I find out if those little fuckers have remained in-situ, or have decided that the area they were rapidly multiplying in was becoming to small for them, and have punched their way through the walls of my ducts.

So, tomorrow, limbo comes to cessation, and I get to find out whether I'm going through door number 1 - The cancer cells have not punched their way through, and there is a nice clear margin around the tumour showing NO cancer cells. Once my lumpectomy has healed I will have radiation therapy for 5 days a week for 6 weeks.

Or - door number 2 - The cancer is invasive and ..... a whole lot of other more scary type shit happens.

What ever door I get presented with, at least I'm not in limbo anymore, driving myself slowly insane, and I can make a plan.

Feeling slightly like a contestant on the New Price is Right. Only I wish there was a new car, or a dream holiday behind the doors....

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

I fail at being a girl

There are times when I really fail at being a girl.

The whole menstratuion thing. Periods. You'd think after 30 fucking years of getting them, month after month, with the expection of the wonderful break of 3 x 9 months, I would be used to this.




But no. Each month I am knocked on my arse with fatigue, pain, and malaise. And each month I tell myself to be gentle, to embrace my femaleness, to celebrate it. All in the hope that by doing so being knocked on my arse will not feel so horrid. I have come to the conclusion that I can embrace my feminity until the moon turns blue, its aint gonna change the way my period effects me. I think I just need to embrace the fact that painkillers and my hotwater bottle are my best friends for one week of the month.

I can see why it was nicknamed the curse. For me it fucking is.

Please tell me I'm not alone.




Thursday, October 25, 2012

I Heart My Body. I want you to Heart your body too Laura

I'm writing this for my daughter, who is nearly 17. And who has become re-obsessed with her body image again. At 7 her paternal grandmother called her fat. A couple of weekends ago, her paternal grandmother again implied that she was fat. To say I'm furious is an understatement.

This is me at 18.




This is me now at nearly 43.


As you can see it has undergone a lot of change in those 25 years. My body has grown three children inside it, delivered them via Cesarean section, fed and nurtured them from it, undergone knee reconstruction.
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I am lazy. A great spectator. I wish that I had been more active in sport. Not so that I had long sinewy limbs, but so that my core muscle strength was stronger to support my back, which I now I have ongoing problems with.

Until I was pregnant with Aston, I ate what ever I wanted. Then I developed gestational diabetes, and now have to have annual tests to check my blood sugar, as I am pre diabetic, or glucose impaired. I wish I had been more mindful about what I put into my body. I drank too much through my teens and early twenties. Smoked and partied hard.

Here's the thing about bodies. They are all Different. All of them. And each and everyone of them undergoes changes. Constantly. They grow older, fatter, healthier, thinner, taller, shorter... constantly changing. From environmental factors, from each year passing, from what we put into them, from what we do to them. Change. ALL. THE. TIME.

There's another thing I know. This body of mine, the external shell that everyone sees, is just that. A shell. It is not the total sum of my body. My body is my brain, my heart, my blood, my feelings, my soul.

And now my body is telling me... To love it. To take care of it. To nourish it. To celebrate the wonderful things that it has done, and can still do.

There are women all over the Internet today celebrating their bodies in the I HEART MY BODY 2012 campaign. I love this. It challenges the "norms" that are shoved down our throats every day in every medium. Beauty is not, as popular media would have us believe, what is on the outside. The most beautiful people in the world are because the light of the beauty of their souls shines so brightly you can't help but see it, and say, Wow, they are so beautiful. That's true beauty.

When I was 40 I had tattooed down the side of my body an Ralph Waldo Emerson Quote:

What Lies Behind Us and What Lies Before Us are Tiny Matters Compared to What Lies Within Us
 
This is my body. And I love it. Its the only one I have. My darling daughter, LOVE YOURS. Its amazing and the only one you have.  It is going to change. Constantly. And that is a beautiful thing.

PS - sorry I didn't ask if I could wear your bikini in this photo. I love you. xxx


Wednesday, January 11, 2012

postive/negative

For the last week or so I have had swirling around in my much needed-to-be-recharged-brain thoughts about why people view the world through either a positive or negative lens.

I actively try to view it through a positive lens. When I feel myself slipping into the black hole, and the lens darkens to one full of negativity, I dig deep into my tool box for whatever is going to help change the view.

This morning serendipity (god I love that word) occurred, and I fell across Justine Musk's beautifully articulated words about letting your freak flag fly. I couldn't have said it better if I tried. So I won't. Because I'm still waiting for the RACQ to come and recharge my brain.

Do yourself a favour, and head over to  her place . You'll be glad you did.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Does the RACQ recharge brains?



The start of a new year is like opening up a new note book... stiff, shiny, new, clean. Sometimes the writer can leap into the book, and can barely contain the words rushing to spill out. Other times the blank page stares up at them, beckoning to be written upon, yet the writer falters, sighs, and closes the book.

I'm finding myself faltering, sighing and closing the book.

Words and pictures are spinning through my head at a magnificent rate, yet putting any of those things into action is like turning the ignition key, and the motor doesn't even turn over. My battery is dead I think.

So I will sit, and rest, and try not to give myself a hard time because I haven't launched into the new year with vitality. .... and go and book my annual blood tests (that are quickly becoming overdue!) for tomorrow. .. Just to make sure that nothing physical is going on, that my lethargy and fatigue are post Christmas holiday blues related...

Are you bouncing with vitality, or are you like me, waiting for the RACQ to come and recharge my battery?


Monday, July 25, 2011

feel your boobies...






This month has been fraught with appointments, waiting rooms, mammograms, ultrasounds, core biopsies, more mammograms, hook wire insertions, an open biopsy and more waiting rooms...

... and all I have had to do is sit and hold her hand amongst this.

My soul sister has breast cancer.

Fuck.
                                                                                                                      


I'm angry. At me. I'm an educated, reasonably intelligent woman who likes to think she knows about her body. So ... When I discover that I actually don't know all I thought I did... I feel a tad pissed off at myself.

Did YOU know that there are different TYPES of breast cancer?

I didn't. But I do now. While I sat in the waiting room at Breast Screen (for those of your living in other states google breast screen - it will display your states services. If you are 40 and over you are able to have mammograms for free every two years.) armed with the information my soul sister had been told by the doctor, and what was shown on her mammogram that had sparked the onslaught for more investigation, I goggled on my smart phone. Me being the person that I am, I need to KNOW stuff.

I found an incredibly informative site at Cancer Australia . This is where I discovered that there were different types of breast cancer.... It isn't enough that there is breast cancer?? There has to be different types of the god damn friggin thing!!! Even one that has no symptoms... What the fuck is up with that???            

The type my soul sister has been diagnosed with is ductal carcinoma in situ (DCIS for short). The one that has no symptoms.

                                                                                                                   

I met my soul sister nearly 13 years ago. My daughter was her daughter's "I'll show you were everything is" friend at the day care they both attended. She had a 6 week old baby boy - just like me (minus 10 days). Our daughters were weeks apart in age, our sons, days. And we connected instantly. She was in the midst of her marriage breaking up, and rebuilding her life. And rebuild she did. With dignity, and integrity, and grace. She inspired me with her strength and dogmatic determination. She is an amazing mother, and her children are two walking, talking tributes to her mothering. When I met her I had no idea just how important she would become to me.

When the door of my own pandora's box ferociously flew open she was there for me. She brought my daughter to the hospital to visit me, she gently picked me up from the corner of the toilet floor at the police station where I had fled to as the clutches of panic set in, she sat and heard all the ugliness of my story as I vomited it out, she looked after my children as I went off to fight the demon and put him in jail. She has been beside me, championing me, encouraging me, listening to me.... never ever judging me.

Now its my turn to champion, encourage, listen to....


                                                     _____________________________


If you don't know how to do a self examination here is guide from breastcancer.org :
(If you are unsure ask your GP for a How to demonstration. Remember -  knowledge is power!)





Step 1: Begin by looking at your breasts in the mirror with your shoulders straight and your arms on your hips.
Here's what you should look for:
• Breasts that are their usual size, shape, and color


• Breasts that are evenly shaped without visible distortion or swelling

If you see any of the following changes, bring them to your doctor's attention:

• Dimpling, puckering, or bulging of the skin

• A nipple that has changed position or an inverted nipple (pushed inward instead of sticking out)

• Redness, soreness, rash, or swelling


Breast Self-Exam - Step 1Breast Self-Exam - Step 1


Step 2: Now, raise your arms and look for the same changes.

Breast Self-Exam - Steps 2 and 3Breast Self-Exam - Steps 2 and 3


Step 3: While you're at the mirror, look for any signs of fluid coming out of one or both nipples (this could be a watery, milky, or yellow fluid or blood).
Step 4: Next, feel your breasts while lying down, using your right hand to feel your left breast and then your left hand to feel your right breast. Use a firm, smooth touch with the first few finger pads of your hand, keeping the fingers flat and together. Use a circular motion, about the size of a quarter.
Cover the entire breast from top to bottom, side to side — from your collarbone to the top of your abdomen, and from your armpit to your cleavage.
Follow a pattern to be sure that you cover the whole breast. You can begin at the nipple, moving in larger and larger circles until you reach the outer edge of the breast. You can also move your fingers up and down vertically, in rows, as if you were mowing a lawn. This up-and-down approach seems to work best for most women. Be sure to feel all the tissue from the front to the back of your breasts: for the skin and tissue just beneath, use light pressure; use medium pressure for tissue in the middle of your breasts; use firm pressure for the deep tissue in the back. When you've reached the deep tissue, you should be able to feel down to your ribcage.

Breast Self-Exam - Step 4Breast Self-Exam - Step 4


Step 5: Finally, feel your breasts while you are standing or sitting. Many women find that the easiest way to feel their breasts is when their skin is wet and slippery, so they like to do this step in the shower. Cover your entire breast, using the same hand movements described in Step 4.

Breast Self-Exam - Step 5Breast Self-Exam - Step 5

Friday, June 17, 2011

Drab to Fab...

interesting concept that one... Drab to Fab...

And I like it.

It has me thinking - what do I do to make myself feel better?

Last week I was sick with the flu, and quite happily wanted to curl up in a little ball and disappear. Doing anything to make myself feel better required far too much energy and effort on my part, when all I wanted to do was sleep, and for the yuk sick feeling to go away...

So come Friday, when there was no food in the house, and the house looked like several bombs had gone off in it, I couldn't stand it any longer. I had a long shower, washed my hair, got dressed, and put make up on and made a plan to do what I could, and rest in between jobs.

My little boy was an Angel when we did the grocery shopping, and cleaning up the house. While I was feeling pretty shattered physically by the end of the day, my head space felt better then it had for the whole week, because I had achieved what I had set out to do...

It was small... but I went from feeling very ordinary - and Drab ... to feeling accomplished and a little bit Fab.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Sometimes things are closer then you think...

Earlier this week I was introduced to a new blog Stylin you. Her first post I read was about how ovarian cancer has affected her.... As I read I wondered how it has affected me... I know of two people who have it... One lost the fight. One still battles with it. But I don't know these women directly...

I was talking about it to M tonight, and discovered that his sister, who I have met, had it two years ago and is currently in remission. For now she is nearly at the half way mark for five years.... The magical marker apparently. All of a sudden it became a whole lot closer to home.....

The biggest problem with ovarian cancer is its diagnosis... it happens in most cases too late. As women its important that we take responsibility for our health.. to pay attention, and act on it...

So get informed .... after all Knowledge is Power .. and what could be more powerful then saving your own life?

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

finding beauty in the small things..

I have been reading every day the Louise Hay website healyourlife.com. I really feel that its a significant factor in me feeling better. Its good to read things that help feed your brain from a positive perspective. when you are someone like me, whose self speak is so negative that I have a tendency to see the glass as half empty most of the time... and not see the beauty in small things. I have conciously been trying to see the beauty in small things... and it has made a difference.

Recently my cousin, who is also a very good friend, put herself out there on my behalf to my extended family. I find it incredibly hard to ask for help. and she did it for me, and my extended family ended up donating money to me so I could get a little in front for a change. I have been living without a washing machine for months, doing my washing at friends, or going to the laundrymat. I tell you I never thought the sound of the washing machine washing in my own home could sound so sweet. I was able to get it fixed today, and it has done amazing things to my state of mind. I was also able to pay some outstanding bills, pay school fees, and get the lawn mowed, and will have the spider webs water pressured off tomorrow.

It makes all my health issues feel a little less overwhelming. I went to the specialist yesterday, and are booked to have a knee reconstruction. As a result, I'm intending on giving up smoking. Smoking and having a general are not good. Nathan bet me $50 that I couldnt do it. If I buy another packet I have to give him $50 - if I dont he washes my car.

While the elephant is still rather large, I'm slowly getting through it. I have to look at all I HAVE done, not what I still have to do. I'm getting through it... one bite at a time.

 

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