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Of the awesome, Zen and I went to see Whip It this morning and it ROCKED. Coming of age story with roller skates, body checks, Ellen Page being adorable,, and Juliette Lewis being super hot...I APPROVE. It...seriously had pretty much everything in it designed to be a movie just for me. Girls rule y'all.
Also awesome, especially with the more financial aid paperwork to be filled out thing...turns out I have finally been approved for Medicaid related to all my cancer crap, so a big chunk of bills will now get paid, and my physical therapy for the lymphedema is covered OMG. This is a very good thing since that's $220 a visit, and there are many visits on the table because I saw the physical therapist for the first time today and...
Confirmation, lymphedema. It looks good for getting some relief as we go. But. Starting next session I will now have to be bandaged at night, wear the sleeve during the day. Yeah, that's 24 hours a day for the forseeable future, and while I still hold out hope there will be a time I won't have to wear a sleeve, I'm not counting on it. I'll be getting the lymph fluid massaged at appointments (twice a week for...however long, it doesn't sound short term at all), and I have a bunch of stretches and excercises to do, 'cause part of what's causing the pain is scar tissue restricting motion.
Really, really not awesome, I also now have a very long list of things I am not supposed to do with my left arm and hand. Which pretty much includes everything, ever. Of the extreme suck I am not allowed to play Guitar Hero for more than ten minutes at a time, without taking a significant break. Or type. Pretty much anything that puts any sort of strain on the arm, involves repetitive motion, gripping of any kind, leaning, lifting, whatever..either out entirely, or only allowed for limited periods of time. For the rest of my life. I also have to carry antibacterial hand stuff and neosporin with me, since any sort of scratch, cut, bug bite, whatever is the enemy.
Basically, it looks good that I will get pretty close to full range of motion back, and pain reduction...however, in order to keep it that way, I can't do much of anything with that arm or hand. The consequences if I am not super careful about all this is permanent damage, so that I will not be able to do things even on a limited basis. And the whole pain thing. I'm not a fan of pain.
Did I mention that I'm LEFT HANDED? Yeah. I am. Fuck. I think I am actually more upset about this than the cancer, if that's possible. At least that either ends or it kills you. Lymphedema, like diamonds, is forever. Dammit.
And now I will go back to thinking about adorable young women coming into their own through the power of roller derby, because that doesn't make me want to curl up in a corner and cry.
Also awesome, especially with the more financial aid paperwork to be filled out thing...turns out I have finally been approved for Medicaid related to all my cancer crap, so a big chunk of bills will now get paid, and my physical therapy for the lymphedema is covered OMG. This is a very good thing since that's $220 a visit, and there are many visits on the table because I saw the physical therapist for the first time today and...
Confirmation, lymphedema. It looks good for getting some relief as we go. But. Starting next session I will now have to be bandaged at night, wear the sleeve during the day. Yeah, that's 24 hours a day for the forseeable future, and while I still hold out hope there will be a time I won't have to wear a sleeve, I'm not counting on it. I'll be getting the lymph fluid massaged at appointments (twice a week for...however long, it doesn't sound short term at all), and I have a bunch of stretches and excercises to do, 'cause part of what's causing the pain is scar tissue restricting motion.
Really, really not awesome, I also now have a very long list of things I am not supposed to do with my left arm and hand. Which pretty much includes everything, ever. Of the extreme suck I am not allowed to play Guitar Hero for more than ten minutes at a time, without taking a significant break. Or type. Pretty much anything that puts any sort of strain on the arm, involves repetitive motion, gripping of any kind, leaning, lifting, whatever..either out entirely, or only allowed for limited periods of time. For the rest of my life. I also have to carry antibacterial hand stuff and neosporin with me, since any sort of scratch, cut, bug bite, whatever is the enemy.
Basically, it looks good that I will get pretty close to full range of motion back, and pain reduction...however, in order to keep it that way, I can't do much of anything with that arm or hand. The consequences if I am not super careful about all this is permanent damage, so that I will not be able to do things even on a limited basis. And the whole pain thing. I'm not a fan of pain.
Did I mention that I'm LEFT HANDED? Yeah. I am. Fuck. I think I am actually more upset about this than the cancer, if that's possible. At least that either ends or it kills you. Lymphedema, like diamonds, is forever. Dammit.
And now I will go back to thinking about adorable young women coming into their own through the power of roller derby, because that doesn't make me want to curl up in a corner and cry.