Nobody comes to a cancer diagnosis with a clean slate, even a newborn. I come with my own parcel of stuff on my plate.
It's understandable because yesterday I was out from dawn to mid-afternoon - longer than I am in the total of a week sometimes.
After so much activity someone like me who is a fibromyalgia patient hurts all over. So after sleeping late and going to lunch with my husband I've been sitting with some small tasks, and doing some physical and mental preparing as well.
This works pretty well since pain and fatigue mean I can't focus on anything for more than a short period. After this afternoon though I'm a few steps more ready for Christmas and I've had a bit of down-time.
Next on the agenda is talking with the reconstructive surgeon on Monday. I've got a lot of questions about balancing breast size, so I don't really need to make many notes.
In addition, I'm preparing mentally for a mastectomy - as much as I can. Last week when I found the mass in my breast my first inclination was to say "cut these off - I don't need them." The reality of it is somewhat less clear cut and lead to more questions. Nothing is simple.
And I've started to look at clothing styles that will be even marginally comfortable during healing.
I'm thinking loose, soft, with a good drape, non-wrinkling, hidden / french seams to protect tender skin, and must have pockets. The variety available when googling is remarkably lousy. I refuse to start my own clothing company but wish Units clothing stores were still in business
There's a lot left to learn.