Well, I think I mentioned here that my last mammogram came back clear. However, I had a real fucking adventure on the way to Viable Paradise, which was that on the car ride from my house to Falmouth, where we were staying overnight before catching the ferry the next day, my bad shoulder decided to lock up completely (and agonizingly—worse than it has ever been, 8 out of 10 pain, etc) and… no idea if this was linked or not? my post-surgical breast developed a rollicking case of cellulitis.
With blood cancer, I'm never allowed to ever give blood. And before that, a med I was on. I've never given blood and now that door is shut. (Un)fortunately there are many other volunteer opportunities available. I say "un" because I wish volunteers flooded the market. You're doing good. Keep on keeping on. I'm glad you're still in the World.
With blood cancer, I'm never allowed to ever give blood. And before that, a med I was on. I've never given blood and now that door is shut. (Un)fortunately there are many other volunteer opportunities available. I say "un" because I wish volunteers flooded the market. You're doing good. Keep on keeping on. I'm glad you're still in the World.
Please do not get sepsis. It is super crappy and no fun. You *really* do not want to be on prophylactic antibiotics for life.