It's that time of year again, seems like no time since my last mammogram and I am back with the consultant poking and prodding me and declaring “he's seen a lot worse” with regards to my breast lymphoedema!
Then the mammogram, which some ladies dread. Believe me, it's a breeze compared to a smear test! And then, the anxiety lifts as the radiographer pops in and tells me there's no change in my mammogram to last year. Apparently stability is what we want, so that's me done for another year, or at least until my paranoia over lumps and bumps gets the better of me.
But my week wasn't quite over. I'd planned the 6 months Zometa infusion the same week. I'm nothing but efficient and if I'm going to have a week working from home, I'd better make the best of it.
The lovely nurse worked so very hard to get my incredibly dodgy veins to behave, but to no avail. We had a heat pad, hands in a basin of hot water and I’d drunk gallons of water as that's meant to help, but to no avail! She unsuccessfully punctured one vein in my hand and finally we ended up with a cannula in the vein half way up my arm, you know the one that they normally take blood from.
i sat still as a mouse whilst she put a saline drip through my fragile “thread of a vein” to ensure the Zometa was actually going to go into my bloodstream and not wander off into some unwanted part of my body and thankfully it worked! So that's all over agin now until Christmas and I feel I can relax for the summe.
PS, and my hair is now finally long enough to be tied back in a (very short) ponytail!!
