Fuzzy's Romp Room

I  read totally everyone's response to Nancy. Her primary  home in BCO is here. Your words are her solace. This is  where she gains the most comfort.  It was the only place she posted her loss. The reason is love. We have talked about it by phone. Here and the Catholic thread , but her energy could only come to you. I took care of the rest. What I'm saying to you all is Nancy considers this her home here at BCO.

Gotta vent - I am just having a crappy day.  Had my thyroid levels checked (have had thyroid problems since for 30 years) and chemo screwed that up too.  So my thyroid levels are off - ug.  Had to change meds this week and I just feel like total crap.  Haven't slept well all week.  Feeling shaky and nauseous.  And this morning it all came to head.  Been up since 3:50am (after waking up a few times prior) with an upset stomach.  Forgot my wallet at home - 1/2 hour into my drive to work, had to go back and get it b/c I need it after work to go to my son's first Varisty football game.  So, I was an hour late for work, which means i have to work through my lunch instead of working out so now my bones - thank you Arimidex - are going to hurt like hell tonight.  Found out my son and his girlfriend (who I totally love) and on the rocks - how did you veterans with this dating stuff do it?  I feel so sad that they might break up.  We all just love her.  And I don't like seeing him sad.  He's 16 for crying out loud?  Why am is this even upsetting me?  I mean he could go through this soooo many more times.  VENT - VENT - VENT - blah, blah, blah.

Thanks for listening.  I was going to talk to one of my non-virtual friends, but I think they are all just sick and tired of me being needy. 

Mama V, I went through the break ups with the kids a good number of times. Just last week, some 15 years after one break up, the former boyfriend told me he always wished I was his mom. It is hard, we get attached to the BF and GF and then, poof, they are gone from our lives. There is just one of them that I keep in touch with, with DD's permission of course. 

Hugs GInger 

This thread along with the bonefire of the goddess are 2 of my fav.threads.But i go on many others too.I started with the 2010 sistas and the stage 1 sistas.I still go on there too.And I started the AFTER RADS last year.Thats my baby.....what a gypsy I am.lol.

Once again i want to thank Veggy for posting the pic of us.I took one too but for the life of me i cannot post.

I went for my brain MRI. (idiots) I went with a friend. I took a lorazapem before I left the house. Get to the hospital, did all the paperwork, laughed at some of the questions with my friend. I handed it in. Feeling a little loopy, I asked the receptionist, for the fun of it, the question was not on the paper I just filled out. I said, " I have tissue expanders in my chest. The tissue expanders have metal ports. I know this because the plastic surgeon uses a magnet to find the metal port. Will this be a problem?" The receptionist got the technician out. I explained it to her. She told me that I could not have this test. It would have been dangerous. She asked who ordered this rest. I told her. She rolled her eyes. If I didn't feel loopy I would not have asked that silly question. Turns out that silly question wasn't so silly after all.

I did go up to the oncologist office and left a message for her. I told them that she had to get in contact with my breast surgeon and handed her the surgeon's card. I told her that my family doctor found me a different oncologist for me to go to. 

Does anyone know if the tissue expanders comes with different ports, like plastic instead of metal? My oncologist never asked about the expanders. I'm a wreck right now.  I keep thinking just another ten minutes and who knows what would have happened.

Grannydukes - You got nervous? I'm a wreck! Slowly the whole thing finally hit me hard. I'm sitting here with my heart thumping out of my chest. My stomach feels like there is acid in there. I have been crying and screaming. My husband wanted to take me out to eat but I'm too sick to my stomach to enjoy it.

I told my younger son all the details. He hugged me and we both cried.  I didn't want him to overhear me talking to someone on the phone about it.

I just always pictured that we would be stuck to the machine, just like any other metal object sticks to a magnet...who knows...apparently not the drs :-( anyway glad u were able to avoid a nasty situation

Fuzzy- you did not feed into my fears.

My breast surgeon just called.  She couldn't figure out why I needed a brain MRI. Plus she said no MRI's with tissue expanders. Anyway my oncologist hasn't called her and we ended up trying to figure out why. I think next week I am calling everyday and leaving a message.

I AM on my last nerve and I can hear it breaking. 

Can I get some hugs?