I am not going to make a habit of this. But yesterday, I did not do any manual lymphatic drainage nor did I bandage my arm at night. For the first time since the start of the year, I left it all alone.
Call me lazy, but I have good reasons.
I drove up to LA and back to attend the funeral of a dear friend's father. When I got home, I was greeted with a sick two year old. As I was holding him on my lap to comfort him, he puked all over me in my black dress. Lovely. Our dinner turned out to be delivered pizza, and we ate it a bit later than usual because I took some extra snuggle time with Jean-Marc before putting him to bed and ordering dinner. I was pretty tired, so I plopped down on the couch to watch this week's installment of "American Idol" before dragging myself up to make lunches for the next school day. By the time I got up to bed, I was exhausted. Eric was already asleep with the lights out. I had not rolled my bandages earlier in the day because we left so early to get up to LA. Did I want to spend at least 30 minutes on my arm? Or see if I could get away with ignoring it?
I chose the latter.
Thursday is my usual day to measure the arm. Thank the Lord, the measurements were all good. One place on my upper arm was 1 centimeter bigger than last week, but it is still under my target size. I'll get back into the routine tonight. I don't want to repeat this very often.
My physical therapist thinks I could qualify for a custom sleeve that would be quicker to put on at night. I'll have to wait until the end of the year for Kaiser to pay for it, but when that time comes, I think I will order one. I can still bandage when I need to in order to customize the wrap when needed. But during times when my lymphedema seems to be under control, it would be a lot easier just to strap on the sleeve and turn out the light!
By the way, Jean-Marc seems to be doing okay today, a severely diarrhea diaper this morning notwithstanding. (TMI??) I'm not sure he is out of the woods yet, though. Eric suffered through these same symptoms all week last week. Prayers for healing are appreciated, as are prayers that the rest of us stay healthy!
About this blog
I was diagnosed with breast cancer on June 11, 2010. As a result of my treatment, I have lymphedema in my left arm. I draw my strength from the Lord, as well as my family's Scots-Irish heritage. Our Graham's were a tough and scrappy bunch of fighters on the Scottish/English border. They came to America and continued to fight when necessary: in the American Revolution; the Civil War; and my brother is a Captain in the U.S. Army. My ancestors settled this country against all odds. My great-grandmothers on both sides of the family were pioneer women who settled the West. Along with that heritage, and the full armor of God, I am walking the walk and fighting the good fight.