Cyber Monday

I did do some Walmart shopping this morning - I'm so proud of myself. It's slow moving on the Christmas gifts.

Today I get my 1st fill which should be interesting. I have a metal plate attached to the tissue expander which has the expander opening. They will search for the opening with a magnet and then fill it. No I don't have an opening or anything so I guess they will stick me with a needle type thing. I may be sore after- like I have a real tight bra on.

I also meet with my surgeon and I do know my path report for the most part, but I am nervous. Results of any sort scare me - I thinks it's normal. I'm confused what pill I want to take this morning- anxiety or pain?

If anyone out there is wondering about my reconstruction check this out
You can follow her through her journey. She actually had both her breasts reconstructed.

I won't know about my chemo until I meet with my oncologist.

Lucas is going to be 13- and not a clue what to do for his bday. Ok- I may have a clue, like he wants a phone. What kind of party? Could go either way- boys, girls- fun- cool- too young- too old. I seen some pics of a party he went to boy/girl dance party and a boy had 2 hands on a girl's bottom while slow dancing.....oh no no no.....that's not happening. May have skipped that party if I had known. And yes there are pics on the Internet.
I'll come up with something.

Well I have to go do my exercises and pray. Someone at church said I was tough and I feel like a big baby at this moment. I'll have to turn up my 50cent tune- Get UP. I don't agree with this harsh music but it does toughen me up.
Another song I love when walking is Evacuate the Dance Floor. The one day I had my ipod on in the house after my walk and I was dancing like mad for who knows how long- while Rob was watching. That was funny....I'm starting to feel less stressed.


Here's a pic from Mardi Gras the last year before the flood. See how I can dance? I love the hand behind the head.....What a cheese ball. The guy? Rob was taking the pic. Yeah I know all those beads.....it's not what it looks like.

I have another St. Theresa story for next post. I continue to be blessed my her. I've come a long way, thanks to her.

I'm off.