- I had to buy a new bra yesterday because the underwire in my regular bra was rubbing raw a spot near the lymph node scar; I think the radiation is finally having a skin irritation effect, so I will be dutifully slathering on the Aquaphor. Going to Victoria's Secret's pink emporium was surreal post-lumpectomy; that's going to need its own post, along with the rest of the sex post-cancer-treatment conversation, but am not quite ready to write it yet. Soon.
- one of the radiation oncologists mentioned in the weekly exam that my weight had held steady, which was good, and I said something off-handedly about how I wouldn't mind losing a few pounds (because I am a woman in America and apparently I must compulsively voice an opinion about my need to lose weight periodically no matter how many body acceptance posts I read and write). She looked at me, startled, and said I didn't need to lose any weight. And I guess cancer doctors have bigger things on their minds than a few pounds one way or another, but I have to say, this is the first time in my adult life that a doctor has told me I didn't need to lose weight, and it was nice.
Tomorrow, radiation + blood work & Herceptin. I am, unsurprisingly, cranky anticipating the needle stick, but soothed by the prospect of spending a couple of hours playing Terraria. I appear to have picked up a new video game compulsion. My relatives can get takeout if I don't get around to cooking Christmas dinner, right? Right.