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Or “under cover empanada.” Or “under cover calzone.” For another option, “under cover apple turnover.” I opted for piroshky in the title because “under cover piroshky” reminded me of Boris and Natasha from the Bullwinkle and Friends cartoons.

I speak of the shape of my newly expanded breast. The primary purpose of the tissue expander is to expand tissue and to encourage new skin growth. Looking like an actual breast is secondary to this goal and now that the expander is almost totally filled with saline, I realize that it looks like an upside down filled bread product. And all but the apple turnover are made with yeast so I am getting closer to a leavened breast after all. The fold part of the empanada corresponds to the top of my breast. It curves on the ends so it is not totally horizontal. The middle of the fold, however, makes a handy shelf. I could probably balance three shot glasses there. Party! If you are in more of an afternoon partying mood, I could balance a tea cup (without saucer) or for you coffee drinkers, a couple of demitasse cups.

Just thought you’d want to know about this development. You’re welcome!

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As in Bugs Bunny’s on my butt, in band aid form. Peggy, one of the nurses at Swedish Cancer Institute, put it there after she gave me a Lupron shot. This one is good for three months instead of one month like the two previous shots. I can feel the difference. I also have a Daffy Duck band aid on my upper left arm. Peggy also gave me a flu shot. I have a simple gauze and paper tape dressing over the inner bend of my elbow. That’s from my blood draw. The phlebotomists are old school. Too bad because if they’d given me a Porky Pig band aid I would have had a Warner Brothers’ trinity on my left side.

Last but not least, I have gauze and dressing over the small portion of missing skin on my breast. I found out yesterday that I lost all of the skin in a little area. Dr. Welk told me that what I had been looking at and thinking was deeper skin was actually subcutaneous fat. That was mildly disconcerting since I was unaware that I had been peering at a deeper layer of my insides all this time. He also told me that the skin would heal from the edges in by forming a bridge over the wound. That skin will not form connections to the fat below, however, He did say that the area had revascularized (the blood supply has returned to the area) and the tissue was granulated (a stage of tissue healing), which are good things.

Overall, Dr. Welk was happy with how things were proceeding so he added a bunch of saline to my tissue expander. He did, however, recommend that I have about a square centimeter of skin grafted from my abdomen to my breast. In his usual way he said, “It’s no big deal. It’s just a pinch of skin. It will take less than 20 minutes.” I was feeling brave so I said, “Dr. Welk, last time you told me something was only going to take 5 minutes, it hurt like Hell.” He said, “This won’t even hurt like Heck.” “How about Purgatory?,” I pressed. “Not even like Purgatory. No big deal.”

So I agreed. I met with Dr. Rinn for my medical oncology appointment and she also said she thought it was a good idea because it would reduce risk of infection. So I had a good appointment with her, got my shots, scheduled my next appointment for next January (yay, three months away!), and went home.

This afternoon, I’m going to see if Dr. Welk is right about this little “no big deal” skin graft. If he’s wrong, I’m not just going to give him Heck, I’m going to give him Hell! 🙂

T minus 5 months, that is. At long last, I have scheduled my TRAM surgery date. If all goes as expected, it will be on March 11th. Yes, that’s a long time from now but it was the earliest available surgery date and I am fine with waiting. For one, I need to make some money to pay for it! This way, I’ll get to enjoy the holidays as well as my 23rd wedding anniversary on March 10th. Almost more importantly, I should be able to enjoy the summer of 2013, more so during the summer of  2012, which included three surgeries between June 27th and August 8th followed by a medical leave that lasted until September 10th. I spent the majority of that summer in and out of the hospital and then another month in recovery. I’ll need to take some time off after this next surgery, I’m thinking at least four weeks.

I had a particularly good appointment with Dr. Welk today. He asked me a bunch of questions about what it’s like for me to be a psychologist. He is usually not very chatty. Maybe he ate his Wheaties today!

Am I referring to the simple yet entertaining family object location game? No I am not. I am referring to the impact of my syringe-induced menopause on my ability to regulate my body temperature. I go to bed comfy and cozy under my covers only to wake up at night overheated. So I throw off the covers but quickly get too cold. Then I wake up again too hot. It’s like the Goldie Locks regulation system with only Papa and Mama Bear settings.

The good news is that so far I have been spared from hot flashes. Dr. Rinn told me that after 6 weeks on Lupron, I’d probably have enough experience to know what side effects I would experience. Yesterday was the 6 week mark. But as you know, these are only estimates so keep your fingers crossed.

If I end up going through menopause again after I am done with the two years of Lupron shots, I wonder if it will be the same? My undereducated guess would be that it would not necessarily the same. The shots work a lot faster than the body does on its own. I had already experienced a couple of years of peri-menopause and it can go on and on and on. I’ll just have to see how it goes. Hurray!

In the meantime, I am enjoying a lap blanket right now and feeling “just right.” Maybe there is a Baby Bear setting that stays on for brief stretches of time.

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I have very full schedule today so I’m just posting this so that my mother throngs of readers do not worry about me if they don’t see a post today. My mother adoring public sometimes interprets no news as bad news. All is well here and in Budapest, where John is spending the week. He decided that he needed to become an international man of mystery instead of a domestic man of deck-making.

Looking better today. I think, fingers crossed, that I am on the mend. I will post again about this on Tuesday after the follow up appointment. In the mean time, no news is good news.

It’s looking a little better, not worse. As suggested by Dr. Welk, I am taking a digital picture each day. I’m using my phone. John gave me a scary thought about my accidentally posting the pictures on Facebook. Nooooooooo!

Also, the harsh critic who prompted my post about my punctuation challenges was me. It’s been a rough couple of weeks. But I take Karen’s comment to heart as I do need to be more understanding of myself, not to mention the fact that I need to avoid sweating the small stuff. Thanks, Karen!

My right breast is kind of sad and deflated looking. In other words, it’s looking more of the way it’s supposed to so Mom, no freaking out today, either.

I took one of my mom’s suggestions and cut the right cup out of an old bra, just leaving a small strip of fabric along the bottom to fashion a kind of “chest monocle,” to provide some support to the “good one.” It was a good experiment if only for the laugh I got out of thinking up the name, “chest monocle.”

I’m still a little variable in the mood department but rallying.

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