A different kind of lymph massage

Since the week I finished radiation two years ago, I have been seeing The Lymph Lady. I don't have lymphedema but am high risk for it and in the past while, as in the last month, my arm has not been good because I travelled long distance (from South Africa to Paris and then Budapest) and also because I was ill before I went (sinus and tight chest and had to go on a nebuliser, even on the day I flew out) and also when I came home, and so could not do lymph massage. I did it a few time while on holiday before I became ill again, but started again on Friday.
So my arm has been a little haywire and I wore the compression sleeve for most of my trip but as it was the dead of winter, well, really only autumn but freezing for me, it didn't matter much as I also wore gloves.
Anyway The Lymph Lady is away. More than that, she had first one op on one arm and then another on the other arm and so cannot work else it won't heal. And she is unavailable till January 23 although she did see me briefly to measure my arm cos I was panicking. 
So I saw Lymph Lady 2 today. My goodness. Have seen her before as a physiotherapist. Lymph Lady Original is an occupational therapist. It appears (and I am talking here from what I can see from a website) is that she is Casley-Smith trained, which is one form of lymph treatment. Lymph Lady 2 might have a different training. It took place in Germany recently. She also did a nerve/neural stretch which Lymph Lady Original told me should never be done without movement (my biokineticist had done it on my arm).
But the most astonishing thing about Lymph Lady 2's treatment was how rough it was. Instead of gentle yet firm movements which move the lymph, this was an aggressive assault on my body, penetrating deep into the lymph nodes in the groin area, and aggressively manipulating the lymph nodes around my neck and on my back and...
Amazingly, my arm felt remarkably better afterwards, a more noted transformation than I have felt with The Lymph Lady. But now I am sore under my armpit, possibly as a result of yoga tonight. And when I did a hanging dog pose at yoga tonight, my arm hurt the same as with a neural stretch, and so I had to come out of the pose.
Am very curious to hear about others' experiences of manual lymph drainage massage.

Cannot believe haven't posted for a month!

Sjoe! Been hectic and still am. Went floating down the Danube, busy writing a story about it now and haven't stopped for one second, not even on the cruise which was fab but not one bit relaxing. (Guess that is also me, always doing this and that.... )
Anyway, had the usual hassles with my arm when travelling abroad. It swelled up a little, and in fact I spent most of my holiday wearing a compression sleeve. Tomorrow see The Lymph Lady - just to be measured, as she has had an op on her arm and cannot do the massage till next month - and that will determine if I can take it off. But must say it does feel fine now, and it's evening, so intend not to wear the damn sleeve tomorrow.

Great news!

Had my four-monthly check-up with The Tango Man today and all is well. So relieved. Always nervewracking, especially considering I felt so well when I was diagnosed with cancer so I know that feeling great is not neccessarily any indication.
Now see him again in February, before which I have to have my annual mammogram, plus he is sending me for a chest x-ray and a abdominal scan. Guess I will be hyper hassled before all that but until then, can relax.
Two interesting things: he said that with tamoxifen, I shouldn't have taken calcium pills. "You didn't listen to me," he chastised. Well, I did and always do listen to him: he never told me although might have mentioned - or did I read it somewhere? - that tamoxifen helps the bones. Anyway, that kinda explains why my calcium was raised.
Then he also said that there was no need to take aspirin a week before and after flying. Just the day before the long flight, the day of the flight and the next day. He also said there was no need to wear special flight socks, like the nurse had told me to last year when I flew to Monaco.
Oh sad news is that darling, wonderful Joyce, the oncology nurse who called everyone "Poppie" has died. What a shock. Heard she had got sick, had had an ulcer, had a large part of her stomach cut away and now, Sister Emily tells me, she died. Can hardly believe it. Was about 30-something. Apparently leaves a 14-year-old daughter and that her husband had died when she was eight months pregnant.
What a bloody tragedy. And how ironic that she helped everyone get over and deal with their illnesses and so she helped save lives, yet now she is dead. Funeral was two weeks ago. I would have gone, I told Sister Emily, but apparently it was in Vryheid, which is pretty far away. If there is a memorial service - Emily said there would be - I will go. Hope it's not when I am away. Joyce helped me a lot and feel I must help her family in some way.....