Oh-Hey there! Did ya miss me? I was on vacation pretending I don’t have cancer. It was awesome and I loved it. But now I’m back. And don’t think for one second that cancer didn’t try and bother me while I was gone. It did. In the form of some weirdo skin bruising and swelling. It was annoying. But with the help of a little zap of bio-energy and positive thinking, I was still able to enjoy my time and put off completely dealing with it until I got home. Except that one day I had to go to the ER to make sure it wasn’t a blood clot….which it wasn’t.
The diagnosis I got upon arrival in the Green Mountain State was Erythema Nodosum. It’s an inflammatory disorder that involves tender, red nodules under the skin. My doctor’s believe that it was caused by the strep virus, which I probably contracted sometime about 2-3 weeks ago (which I didn’t notice at the time!). Anyhow, it’s super duper painful to sit, stand, walk, wear pants…..I’ve been reduced to wearing pajamas. In public. I am mortified. There is no medication and it resolves itself. In 2-8 weeks. So by April this should go away. Fucking April.
This is a big week for me, so my biggest worry was that it would delay my upcoming surgery which is scheduled for March 3rd at 11:30! Cancer involves so much sitting around and waiting and trying to stay in the moment, that it’s kind of refreshing when you actually get to “do something”. So Thursday Dr. Kym with a Y will take out both of my ovaries and my fallopian tubes otherwise known as a Laparoscopic Bilateral Salpingo-Oopherectomy (by-LA-teh-rul sal-PIN-goh-oh-oh-foh-REK-toh-mee). It sounds cooler if you roll the R. Try it. I’ll wait.
And great news! Erythema Nodosum will not affect my surgery. Only, I can’t take Ibuprofen or Aleve, because it could thin my blood. So despite this annoying leg thing that prevents me from leaving my house due to lack of non-tight pants, I’m looking forward to the weeks to come. May it bring me menopause, new meds and swift healing! And with any luck, this annoying leg thing will resolve itself closer to the two week rather than the eight week deadline.
And that’s how I make lemonade.