Not sure where the expression D-Day comes from - it's a war term, isn't it...guess I could look it up - but anyway, tomorrow is D-Day for a compression sleeve. Still in denial that I will need one but do think my left upper arm looks thicker than my right one. But thank goodness the pain has gone. Now my fingers are just ever-so-slightly stiff.
Am more resigned now to the idea of a sleeve mainly cos determined it will just be shortterm and that I will get better. And although The Lymph Lady is leaving the country for three weeks, have made appointments with her partner even if it is damn far away. What difference does that make if it's needed.
Hold thumbs for tomorrow.
I live in Johannesburg, South Africa, where I was diagnosed with breast cancer on Thursday January 15 2009. This is my journey with cancer and other musings as surveyed - initially temporarily hairless - from under my hats.
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