Grrr.... lymphedema

Grrr... I am so mad. I thought that maybe God would throw me a bone. But instead He teased me with it. Now I've been diagnosed with lymphedema by my primary physician. I've been referred to a lymphedema specialist. I am now waiting for them to call me. I'm upset. I am mad. I am pissed. I don't know why. It's not my fault that I have swelling in my hand. I guess I am mad because I didn't catch the cancer early enough. If I had caught it months earlier, then maybe it wouldn't have travelled to my lymph nodes and I wouldn't have had an axillary dissection. Grrr, still I'm mad. This is going to be chronic. I was being so careful too. But my hand is swollen. I try and kid myself that it isn't, but it is. You can see it mostly around my knuckles.

I won't die from lymphedema, but it can be uncomfortable. I'll have to most likely wear compression sleeves when I fly and do exercises... I think that I have caught it early enough. I just hope that I can get in sooner rather than later so it can be reversed. :)

My doctor is going to call my oncologist to see if it could be a blood clot. He says that sometimes it could be a clot. So I may have to get an u/s of my veins. I doubt that I have a blood clot. There's no pain or shortness of breath. Hmmm...

Other than that... not much to report. I will be calling for my reconstruction appointment in March. Dr. Thakar had me down for a March surgery. I told the scheduler that I was going on vacation and didn't want to do it until afterwards. So the April schedule opens in March. Plus I need to find a new gynoc for the oophorectomy since I want to do both of them at the same time. So things are moving foward....