Thursday, March 8, 2018

Prescription and an X-Ray

I am pleased to announce that the prescription debacle has come to an end!

While Walgreen's and Optum Rx could not figure out how to fill my prescription for Odansetron/Zofran, an anti nausea medication, that I need to take prior to ingesting my new chronic mylogenous leukemia drug, Bosulif; St. Luke's Hospital Outpatient Pharmacy did!

My poor oncologist's nurse, Sara, has been such a trooper; faxing prescriptions here, there and everywhere! St. Luke's was a last ditch effort on my part, as I had high hopes of them knowing how to bill for this "insurance uncovered" medication, as I knew they often filled prescriptions for many outpatient, cancer patients. I put all my faith in them.

Off Sprycel 4 months
Yesterday they called with good news, bad news scenario; the bad news was that there was NO WAY insurance would cover this medication. The good news??? That they could fill the prescription for $16.32!!! This, in my book was a total WIN!!! The other pharmacies wanted between $160.00 - $200.00; what the heck? Isn't that just crazy? Needless to say, I went and promptly picked up my medication, with many thanks!

Goes to show you, that persistence DOES pay off!

Second on the agenda; a chest x-ray. As you all probably know, I recently switched my TKI medication from Sprycel, to Bosulif, following several years of significant pleural effusions.

Typical Effusion on Sprycel
I have now been off of Sprycel for four months and one week; long enough, one might think, for the effusion to be completely gone. Since I have been home, I noticed that I am still short of breath when going up and down stairs, and since I read, and freak myself out, that it is "Possible" for some people on Bosulif to have pleural effusions, especially after having chronic pleural effusions on Sprycel, my physician and I though it prudent to get a chest xray; just for "good measure."

This way, if nothing else, we have a baseline.

I am happy to report that while I still have "some" fluid in my left lung, it is greatly reduced from my previous x-rays; this is outstanding news and has me smiling, ear to ear!
See how quickly my mood can change??

Off to the grands tomorrow! I am SO excited!!

Be well, my CML warriors!

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Disgusted CML Day!

Most days are good; I cruise through them with little thought of chronic mylogenous leukemia.
The past few months, this has not been the case. Starting with the complications from my rotator cuff surgery, due to chronic pleural effusions, and the switch to a new CML medication, Bosulif, to hopefully alleviate my pleural effusions.

I have found Bosulif to have few side effects thus far, with the exception of nausea and vomiting; this has been controlled by pre-medicating with Zofran/Ondansetron. I started this medication while in southern California, visiting family, and was able to fill the prescription of Zofran, with prior authorization, at Walgreen's, with no problem.

I am home now, in Boise, Idaho and it has become a problem. Three days and about six hours on the phone, worth of "problem",  headache, frustration and aggravation, along with fear. It seems that Walgreen's is unable to run the prescription through my insurance, the same way that they did in California; why? I do not know!

They then transferred it to the mail order pharmacy, where I get my VERY expensive leukemia medications from, and they, too cannot "mail" it, and bill it through my insurance.

I have now called the local pharmacy, in the hospital, in high hopes of them being able to bill my insurance, for this medication. I have four more pills, and have been cutting them in half, to hopefully "survive" the next few days.

What I have noticed, since cutting them in half, is that for the first time since starting Bosulif, I now have the infamous diarrhea, to go along with the nausea. Yay!

And another thing that I have noticed, is shortness of breath, going up our stairs; now this could be residual pleural effusion from my Sprycel days, which I pray will be the reason, or it "could" be from the Bosulif; my oncologist says, "No", but the package insert says "Possible".
So needless to say, I am pretty disgusted, and even a bit fearful; what happens if the Bosulif causes pleural effusion, too? UGH!

I guess every now and then, a good dose of reality, really does make you stop and think, that I really and truly, do still have cancer.

This coupled with a few recent CML deaths, and major complications remind me to get out there and enjoy my life!

We are headed to Arizona, to watch the four grands, while Mom and Dad go to Hawaii, on Friday; I plan to soak in, every single moment!

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Medication Change; From Sprycel to Bosulif

Missing the pre-teenager!!
For those of you that have followed my journey, for the past seven years, you already know that I have been on Sprycel, the entire time. My doses have changed, and my scheduled had been altered, all in order to determine the best possible control of my leukemia, with the least amount of side effects.

In the beginning, I had many side effects from Sprycel, that varied from bottle to bottle; I learned early on to monitor my side effects, and to record the lot number on the bottle. When I had a month that I felt particularly well, I would ask for the same Lot number, from the previous month. This allowed me to actually have a better quality of life, as time went on, than in the beginning.

I believe that over time, my body adjusted to the Sprycel, and after five years, my PCR finally remained below the  optimal, .0something threshold. Oddly enough, once I had reached this desired "goal" I began to have large, persistent pleural effusions, which I eventually, reluctantly agreed to have drained.

Upon having my first thoracentesis, I realized two things; one, that once the fluid was removed, I could breathe much better; and two, the actual procedure was not nearly as big a deal as I had anticipated. I decided then, that having a thoracentesis three to four times a year was preferable to changing leukemia meds, at this point.

I was pretty dead set against making a change in my medication because; A. It was working so well to control my leukemia, and B. Other than the pleural effusions, I felt pretty darn good!

The thought of "starting over" with the unknown was scary; it had taken me a long time to reach a desirable PCR result, and to feel good. I suppose that I had the mentality of "Leave well enough alone," or "Don't fix what is not broken."

The problem was, the pleural effusions became quite the nuisance! They began to return quicker and quicker, and what in the past I was able to resolve with a short medication interruption, now required a thoracentesis, and even those were getting closer and closer together.

The tipping point came when I had to have rotator cuff surgery; I had a thoracentesis performed a week prior to the surgery, removing 1.7 liters of fluid, in order to prepare for the surgery. The other shoe fell, when two days prior to the surgery I was told that I wouldn't be cleared for surgery, until I had ANOTHER thoracentesis.

I was like, "Seriously?" I just had this done last week! "Yes, seriously!" So, you can imagine my surprise when they removed ANOTHER 1.3 liters of fluid; apparently the fluid is rebuilding at a rapid rate, OR I really do have a trapped lung, which can result from chronic pleural effusions. UGH! Something to consider, further down the road.

On the morning of the surgery, they X-Rayed my lung, and there was still fluid; they proceeded with caution and I ended up in the hospital for three days, due to low oxygen saturation; I was also sent home on oxygen. This was a real eye opener.

I was only supposed to be off of Sprycel for a few days, but that quickly turned into three weeks. During that time, I seriously considered my options; I could continue with Sprycel and have a pleuradesis, to prevent the pleural effusions (a nasty surgery where they cause to lung to attach to the pleural sac) or I could try Bosulif, first.

It was a BIG decision, for me.

I was terrified of the side effects that people seem to have on Bosulif, particularly the massive diarrhea; you see, we were going to be traveling for the next two and a half months, by car; long road trips, with no bathrooms in sight! lol

Eventually, I convinced myself to give it a shot, while still at home; what did I have to lose? I could always go back to the familiar, if it didn't work, or I couldn't tolerate it. My oncologist recommended that I start with 100 mg a day, and slowly build up to 400 mg, per day, which seemed like the best choice, for a chicken like me! If you could have seen me take my first pill, you would have laughed! I could barely choke down the little sucker! I was terrified of what might happen!

When I realized that I wasn't going to have an allergic reaction, or heart attack, I settled in to a wait and see mode.

After an hour or two, I had some abdominal cramping, but no diarrhea! Phew! What a relief! I was nauseous and did develop a headache, but nothing too terrible. I continued onward, with 100mg, for one week; I did continue to pre-medicate for nausea, as that seems to be more my "MO" than the diarrhea.

By this time, I found myself cautiously, optimistic, and I began to take 200 mg per day; pre-medicating for nausea and with a BIG meal! Dinner. The increase didn't seem to affect me, any more than the starting dose. Whoo Hoo! Once again, cautiously optimistic!

By this time, I had also started physical therapy for my arm, and felt generally crappy, so any side effects from Bosulif were likely masked. After my first full week of 200 mg of Bosulif, I began to notice swelling in my right breast. Doesn't it just figure, nothing is ever easy!?

The swelling worsened to the point of pain; I attributed it to the Bosulif and the immobility of my right arm; both the surgeon, and my oncologist said, "Nah, couldn't be that!" My internal medicine gal ordered a diagnostic mammogram, and the physical therapist and I agreed, that it was probably the combo of the drug, and the immobility.

It was a Stranger Things kind of Christmas!
At this point, we were in Arizona, at my son's for early Christmas; I decided to stop taking the Bosulif to see if the swelling would go down; ten days later, it was gone; so I started back on 100 mg, of Bosulif. By this time, we were at my daughter's. I took my pill and shortly felt miserable; the nausea became so great, that it eventually led to vomiting, which isn't a good thing, as I typically pass out, when I vomit. I was wicked sick, the entire night, and totally depressed!

Since it was six days before Christmas, and my eating schedule was all over the place, I decided to cease taking this drug; one more time. Bosulif and I were off to a rough start; I needed to get through the holiday, and then I was going to give it one more valiant try; I had high hopes of it being my next life saving medication, and wasn't ready to give up on it yet!

The day after Christmas, I pre-medicated for nausea, ate a HUGE dinner and started 100 mg of Bosulif, one more time; there was nausea, but no vomiting, and my body quickly seemed to adjust to the Bosulif, on its' third go. After only six days, I increased to 200 mg per day.

By this time, I was concerned about my PCR, as I had had many breaks from Boslulif, as well as a long break from Sprycel, before I switched to Bosulif. I was seeing my oncologist in January, so I figured that I might as well,  just stay on the 200 mg, and see where I was at, and after the PCR was drawn.

My previous PCR was .042: I was prepared for an increase, and hoped it would not be too high!
My "guess" was .9something, and I was correct; .962. While I had hoped it would not be that high, I had expected that it would, and I was grateful it was not a full 1%. Needless to say, I started taking 300 mg of Bosulif, as soon as I received the results. There has been no more swelling, since my arm has been out of the sling, and moving, (guess the physical therapists and I were right on that one!) and with pre-medication with Zofran, and eating a larger than I like dinner, I am tolerating the Bosulif well.

I feel great during the day, and only slightly nauseous at night. Along with a large meal and Zofran, I am eating ginger slices and peppermint Altoids, and rubbing peppermint oil on my stomach, to help combat the nausea!  I will do whatever it takes and I pray that I will adjust to this new drug quickly.

Within ten days of the 300mg dose, I upped it to the desired 400 mg; thus far, I seem to be tolerating it quite well, and hope to eventually be able to cut-out the Zofran. I do not know when I will be brave enough to give that a try, but maybe if there ever is a week without nausea, after taking the Bosulif, I will give it a shot.

I pray that my labs will all be great, and that my pleural effusion will evetually resolve on its' own. I have to tell you, that even though I feel like I have tons more energy, and have been able to do things I would not have been able to do with a large effusion; there is still one there. My oncologist says that it can take quite some time to completely disappear; but I have to admit that I am a surprised, and disappointed, that it is not gone. I have been off of Sprycel for four months, which seems like ample time for it to resolve, but I imagine that I will just have to be patient, for a little longer.

The thought of having a "trapped"lung, still niggles in the back of my brain, but thus far, I have been able to squash those thoughts, back into a small little corner, of my brain. I will keep on keeping on, and when this arm is fully recovered, I hope to get back to dancing; that will be the true test!

So, all in all, my switch to Bosulif, despite the rocky start, has been a good one. Now the final determining factor will be revealed with my next PCR result. While I do not expect miracles, I do expect and hope for a decrease in the BCR/ABL, as opposed to an increase.

Until then, I will keep on, keeping on, and continue to Dance and Travel My Way Through Leukemia!

For those of you that know me; this was a BIG DEAL!

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Now the Real Fun Begins; Helpful Tips!

While it was really great to be home, things were not much easier. Between the ice machine and the oxygen machine, there were cords everywhere, and just going to the bathroom became a real ordeal, as was bedtime; Joe had to move everything from downstairs, to upstairs and back down again, everyday.

My most difficult chore was managing the pain, and my medications. I was not a fan of the Oxycodone, so I quickly switched to Tylenol during the day, and the Oxy, only at night.

Trying to get comfortable was nearly impossible; whether it was day, or night. All day I waited for night, and all night, I waited for day, hoping for some relief. I can honestly say that the nerve pain in my elbow, from being in the sling, and the pain from the skin rash/irritation, from the surgical compression tape, were worse than the pain in my shoulder. Weird, huh?

The first week at home, was barely tolerable, and I questioned my decision to have this surgery, over and over and over again. I was allowed to remove the sling for showers, and encouraged to take my arm out of the sling, a few times a day, to gently raise and lower my arm, to keep my elbow from locking up.

Coming  out of the sling, and the desired position for healing, which is raised, out in front of you, at 90 degrees, is extremely scary and painful. Doing this made me feel like throwing up!

I did a lot of sitting in a recliner, with a pillow supporting the sling, and my arm; this allowed me to take the neck strap off, and remove my lower arm from the sling, so that I could move my elbow. This helped a bit with the nerve pain, but what I didn't know, was that this was going to be an issue for months to come.

I was surprised at how painful, yet itchy, the skin irritation was, and I tried everything from some home remedy, to cortaid to benadryl gel; which seemed to be the most helpful, as it was cooling, too. This pain lasted several weeks, and I can honestly say, that if it were not for that, the recovery period would have been much easier, which is annoying, because that could have been avoided; guess I will know better, if there is ever a next time.

Funny thing is, they gave me some sort of antibacterial soap that I was suppose to use, at home, prior to surgery. I was supposed to use it twice, leaving it on my body for several minutes to kill any germs. While I can appreciate their desire to have a bacteria free body, in which to operate on, after reading the precautions and side effects from that "soap", I called and said, "Nope, not doing it!" They said that was alright, to just use my regular soap, and not take any chances, since I have such sensitive skin.

So what happens? I am apparently allergic to the adhesive on the compression bandage. I can only imagine what would have happened if I had used that soap, all over my body, and then had a reaction. Can you even imagine using something that could potentially cause your entire body to develop a rash, or blisters: If that had happened, I would have jumped in front of a train. lol

Oh the joys of being me! One thing I have learned, the hard way, is to ALWAYS read medication inserts, and take their warnings seriously. Outweigh the risks vs the rewards, and make an educated decision, whether it is an antibiotic, a soap, a pain medication, itching or nauseas pill; it doesn't matter the type of medication; do your homework!

Tips for those having Rotator Cuff Surgery

Prior to surgery, I thought that I would have plenty of time to catch up on my blog, read, and even crochet; all good thoughts, but not realistic. I was so miserable that I could barley even watch television; I couldn't focus on anything. Be prepared for that possibility, if you are having surgery; make sure that you have foods that are easy to swallow, for me, that is rice pudding, drinks that you enjoy, in addition to plenty of water, for me that is ginger-ale, and things like back scratchers, chap-stick, hand lotions  and a perfectly good stash of chocolate, all close at hand!

My K-cups made it so I could actually make my own cup of coffee or tea, and my RTIC Tumbler kept things cold for long periods of time, with no condensation. I kept all of my medications and bandages together and within easy reach. Anything that you can do, prior to surgery, to help make life easier post surgery, is a good idea. Things like getting a haircut, washing your sheets, cleaning your house, having clean pajamas and clothes available which are easy to take on and off  are all recommended. Frozen bags of soups and spaghetti are also a blessing!

Ice Machine; Get ONE!

Also, depending upon the type of ice machine that you have, freezing water bottles, three times as many as will fit in the machine, will help to keep your water very cold, at all times, with much less mess, and fuss. Make sure you take the labels off, and check the filter on a regular basis, to ensure the water moves freely.This was a lifesaver!

Clothing & Sling
Select clothing that is loose and comfortable, and easy to put on and take off. I had prepared for this in advance, and had several very soft tops and pajamas to help protect my skin from the straps on the sling, and elastic waisted bottoms. As previously mentioned, I also fitted soft, wool-like material over the neck strap and waist strap to help to protect my skin. This was a lifesaver.

To remove your sling, sit in a chair, and prop it up on a pillow, on your lap; take off the neck strap, then the waist strap, and then open the arm straps; it is helpful to have someone aid you  in sliding your arm free, in the beginning; as time goes on, you should be able to do this yourself. Be careful to keep your arm supported at all times.

To put your arm back in the sling, do the reverse.


Do a few trials runs prior to surgery; to actually put on your top, you will need to be able to put your affected arm into the sleeve, and then lift the neck opening up over your head, and then put your other arm into the other sleeve. This can be accomplished with your "bad" arm hanging down, by your side; you will not be able to raise it, and should not use your shoulder muscles, at all.  Pulling up bottoms, well, good luck! This is no fun. lol

With practice, and the correct clothing, it does become easier.

Shower and/or Bath

Allow yourself plenty of time! It takes quite awhile, to just get undressed. Make sure you have everything you need in the shower, before stepping in. I recommend having a chair, with a towel draped on it, placed right by the shower, so that you can sit down, immediately upon exiting the shower.

Supporting the arm during the first few showers is a real challenge. Having a seat, or bench in the shower, in my opinion, is essential. My plan was to get in, and sit down! We actually placed a large, foam roller, in a trash bag, to take into the shower, to support my arm, while I enjoyed the warm water. Soaping up, and washing my hair was a fiasco, and if you are lucky enough to have someone join you, in the shower, don't be shy! lol The first few showers are tough! It is not easy to clean all you Parts" with one arm; especially your hair! lol

As far as a bath goes, I found that getting in and out, one armed, was not easy, but once there, it was bliss! Allowing my arm to float freely in the water felt amazing, and it was so much easier than trying to keep it supported in the shower.

Good LUCK!


From what I understand, many people sleep in recliners, during the beginning of their recovery. For me, my bed is my sanctuary, and I wanted to be in it!

The way I slept, was propped up; with feather pillows behind me, as well as formed underneath my elbow area, and my arm, which rested on my abdomen; trust me when I say that your ribs get really sore, throughout this whole ordeal!

Once "settled", and fully supported, I was able to remove the neck strap. I had the ice machine going, and in my case the oxygen, too. I took a pain pill, along with Benadryl, and Zofran; and prayed for sleep!

Sleep usually came, for a few hours, but eventually I began to suffer with a "dry mouth"; for anyone who has experienced that, you will understand what I am talking about. It is the weirdest thing; your mouth, tongue and gums become bone dry; not sticky dry, but paper dry, a very strange sensation. Keeping water readily available did not do the trick, but Biotene seemed to temporarily help. Just another side effect of medication, and something to keep you awake, at night.

I also kept a small flashlight within my reach, so that when I inevitably had to go to the bathroom, I could see what I was doing and where I was going; getting in and out of bed was NOT easy, as I had to get all unhooked, and then hooked back up to everything; sling, oxygen, pillows, covers and ice. What you will learn, is that you will become much more dependent on your abdomen muscles and your legs. Since it is nearly impossible to pull the covers OVER your sling, I also kept a snuggly blank, nearby, to put over my chest area. Ear plugs also are a great help, as the ice machine is likely to cause "gurgles" throughout the night.

I think that I have covered enough material for one blog! I am sure that other helpful tips will come to me, as I continue to update this journey.

While I pray that none of you will have to endure this surgery, I hope that if you do, this information will be of some help. I am sure it would be helpful for other types of surgery, as well.

Saturday, February 24, 2018

The Joys of Having Surgery with CML!

Getting ready
First things first! I apologize for my disappearance and I thank all of you that have messaged me privately, to make sure I was alright, and had not fallen off this side of the earth!

As per my last post, I was scheduled to have rotator cuff surgery on Oct. 27, 2017. I had no idea what I was in store for, and had no idea, just how out of commission, I would be!

As with all surgeries, you must pass a pre-op exam, to be cleared for surgery. Mine went something like this...."While otherwise healthy, you do have cancer. You are at risk for bleeding, and you have a significant pleural effusion, of your left lung."

I quickly explained that I would be ceasing to take my leukemia medication (Sprycel) prior to, and a few days after the surgery, to deal with the minimal risk of bleeding, and that I had had a thoracentesis a week prior, with 1.7 liters removed. I explained that I had spoken to my oncologist, and the pulmonologist, and they had both given me a green light.

The surgery "Poo-Bah" said while all of that is fine and dandy, he wanted me to have ANOTHER thoracentesis the day before! He said that if I did that, with the other precautions in place, he would clear me for the surgery.

Sooooo, I bit the bullet, and had another thoracentesis,which removed another, 1.3 liters of fluid, which shows the seriousness of the recurring fluid; I showed up the next morning with my fingers crossed; for surgery.

Of course I had already spoken to my surgeon, in depth, about the surgery and the risks, all surrounding my left lung, so he was pleased that I had had the second thoracentesis. There was concern that the nerve block might cause some respiratory distress; this coupled with anesthesia and pain meds, it was determined that the typical outpatient surgery, would be an inpatient surgery, for me. We figured on a one night stay.......HA!

The competence and concern of the surgical staff, the anesthesiologist, the surgeon and his assistant, were top notch! I felt that I was in very good, caring hands. After speaking to the anesthesiologist, and having another chest x-ray, (yes, there was still fluid) we decided to do a moderate block, hoping to help get me through the most painful hours, following surgery.

I have to tell you, that the block was the weirdest feeling sensation I have ever felt! I watched as he located the nerves by ultrasound, and then injected the medication, this, was facinating, to me; then as my hand and arm began to lose sensation, I marveled at how quickly my arm became completely paralyzed. No matter how hard I tried to use my brain to move my arm, it would not budge, it felt as though it weighed a literal ton. I have such empathy for those who are truly paralyzed, and cannot even begin to grasp how frustrating, and infuriating this must be.

What a disturbing eye opener.

The surgeon came in and said that he was optimistic that the surgery would be successful, and then we were on our way!

As with all surgeries, I suppose, it seemed to be over in a flash; I woke up in my sling, which fortunately I had adapted with a wool-like, soft fabric, to protect my sensitive skin.

I was told that everything went really well, and that now I had to face the most difficult part; healing and regaining use of my arm.

I was medicated for nausea and sent to my room. The most difficult part of post-op, was getting comfortable. The block wore off in the middle of the night and the pain began! NO FUN! Every single nurse that came in, told me that shoulders are the absolute worst orthopedic surgeries; which is the reason that I did not allow myself to research the surgery, prior to having it, as I don't think that I would have gone through with it! They cared for me with great empathy, and did their best to keep me comfortable.

I quickly realized that my hope of not having to take anything stronger than Tylenol, was not a reality, so I took the Hydrocodone that they offered, which caused me to itch, and become nauseous, which was no surprise; but did help with the pain. I took Zofran, and Benydral,to help with the itching and nausea, and lots and lots of ice!

I survived the night, but quickly questioned my choice to have this surgery in the first place; I was miserable, in pain and wondered how I was going to survive! I told myseslf I was being a big baby, but I am telling you, this surgery SUCKS! Not only is it difficult to do anything, the pain is quite severe. Protect your shoulders at all costs; you do NOT want to have to got through this!

Heart Light!
The surgeon came in after the surgery, and again in the morning,and said that it went really, really well;  that helped to deal with the pain; having hope for a strong shoulder without constant and continual pain, in my every day life. I just had to "get there"!

I awoke, thinking that I was going to be going home, and I was quite surprised when they told me that I was going to be staying another night; apparently my oxygen saturation was too low, to even consider letting me go home; but truth be told, I couldn't even begin to imagine the trek home, so I was grateful to just stay put.

 I settled in for another night of misery, and noticed that the compression bandage that was on my shoulder, was begining to irritate my skin. I started to lift it, around the edges, away from my skin, and tried to get myself as comfortable as possible. My oxygen monitor kept going off until they insisted that I stay on oxygen continually; which meant yet another, miserable night in the hospital. Between the pain, and the itching that was beginning to happen on the backside of my shoulder, I really questioned my decision, once again, to have this surgery, and I just wanted to cry.

The surgeon came in bright and early in the morning, and I told him about the itching that was starting to occur under the compression bandage; he immediately removed it and said it was a bit red, but glad I told him, so it could be removed before any more irritation could occur.

He told me to keep on keeping on, and that things should start to get better over the next few days.
At some point, I remembered that my "personal" doctor was on call for the weekend, which I knew was a great thing. She came in, checked me out, and got busy discharging me! Because of my low oxygen levels, I had to go home on oxygen, but she had that set up in no time. Thank God for small favors.

The ride home was no fun at all, and since we live on a dirt road, the last few miles were the worst; but to my surprise,  waiting in our driveway was Norco; the oxygen people! I swear, every single place should be as on top of things, as the medical community is here, in Boise.

It didn't take long to get the oxygen and ice machines, up and running, and for me to settle in and try to figure out a way to be relatively comfortable, for the next six to seven weeks; this was going to be an easy task, but I was up for the challenge!

THIS is why I disappeared, and neglected my blog, and all of my other online, social connections!
I am sorry, but I promise to get all caught up, ASAP!

It seems, that having surgery, while living with cancer, really is a bit more complicated!

Bricks for the Brave!!