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Wren - no brain fog with Lyrica??? just wondering .

I'm having another tough morning but There is an Angel amoung us - that is all I can say - Thank you for everything!!!

This picture is for you all to enjoy this morning - Speaking of brain fog - here is another picture I call the "Fog""

YA'LL, I done lost what I just wrote.  SO annoying.  But also, I wanted to say, I apologize for writing too little, don't you think?  Hahahaha.  Ohhhhh, I'm just TOOO much of a talker.  I should hav esent that long post to Fuzzy some other way, but at the time, I didn't know if she was checking various email and PMs here, but STILL... it was a tad much.  SORY SORY SORY.

Let's see, what I'm gonna do, instead of writing down all the ENDLESS paragraph after paragraph, with a few little ones, then a manuscript,a short story, etc., etc., is I'm a gonna write from memory, and if I miss anyone, it's okay, because (a) we're all confused and (b) we're all in pain, (c) and FORGET is my middle name.

FOLEY, I just missed you.  Hon, I do dearly love nearly all your photos!!!  Some are just so restful, think I'll print up a couple and hang them in a likely spot for relaxation.  I think you could take some to a gallery and they would surely show them, if they haven't already.  Let's see, on the sore boob thing, I have some tips, but in the end, could be removal will be best, just ask the surgeon to make that scar straight and skin flat (except it will be puffy and sore at first), and just so you know, I did not have reconstruction, and I have to massage for lyphadema that has developed in my arm just slightly.  You massage without lotion first.  My first tip is try this:  Use your regular lotion, not the pain stuff, and then a light puffing of powder, and either just use those compression t-shirts, or those plus a comfy sports bra thing.  Also, Lyrica is something I take.  Now, I have been in brain-fogsville since I don't know when since I take many meds becuz of back problems.  I wish I could tell you a way to keep outta that town.  But I can tell you to ring your insurance, see do they cover it.  Lyrica is pregabalin, and so is a cousin to Neurontin (your gabapentin), and I liked it very much more.  But hon, while some painful twinges are to be expected with any problem with the breast, I think it's the swelling is squeezing on those nerves, so the swelliing is the way around it, which may not be possible to get rid of.  I have a little in mine, I assume forever, I have to massage, etc., all the time, too.  So, could be when you're laying around watching TV sometimes, put a cold pack (wrapped in a scarf) and lay it on there, for cold will shrink the swelling somewhat. I hope some others will pop in here and seee if they have any ideas about reducing swelling.

DUNES, I'm still very excited and pleased with your plan of staying in Atlanta with your BRO.  Hooooraaaay!!!  But I wanted to mention that some bookstore or library,if you'll call around, may carry the Atlanta paper (or it could be classified will be online!!!) and that way you can pick out some sort of job in computers (I think that was your profession) OR even jobs doing something you ALWAYS wanted to do that don't require specific licensing or any of that jazz. 

LILY, wanted to mention again your good tip on carrying a crystal if you're nervous about whatever. I used to collect all sorts of shells I found on beaches, bought some too, so I reckon I gotta be looking for something like that, that I wouldn't mind losing!  I am forever finding coughdrops and such after I pull stuff out of the dryer. I actually have an old shell of some kind that's millions of years old, it's from a special store in town, and i keep it in a very special box.  But maybe I'll run by there and see if something just jumps out of me, since they have ALL kinds of rocks, shells, and crystals.

SHELLSHINE, you were talking abougt losing some cognitive ability.  Drugs are usually to blame, but ALSO indeed, as you wondered, the sheer shock of cancer will make you kind of fly away out there with the stars, that's for sure.  You are so close to death, whcih takes some getting used to, but you will; you are physically invaded; and sleep, if it doesn't come easily, is serious.  You gotta get in your naps, lots of sleep, whatever it takes to stay in the bed a lot.  Don't do anything you don't have to do right now.  Just goof off now and then. Do what you enjoy doing, and don't do the stuff you hate (or at least see how lousy a job you can do!!).  Seems like you said it was affecting your work, I'm not sure, but I think asking your doc to review any meds you're on, and realizing you just for crying out loud had breast cancer surgery!!! and also getting more rest, you should slowly pull out of this fearsome routine you're stuck in.

SHEILA, so very, very, very nice to see your tiny flower and little hellos again!  Love you!

GIRLS, reckon I talk too little!?!  Hahahaha.  Ohhhhh, I'm a talker.  Drives husband crazy.  When I was just a teenager, my grandfather put together on a 3x5 card (I still have it) the words from a newspaper or mag he came across that said, "You talk too much."  HAHAHA!!  Oh, I was so charmed by it.  Must be a glitch in my brain somehow, for I also like to sing and write songs, lyrics, poems, stories.  But I just had to share this one or two last things:  Drumroll...... my hairs have grown 1/2 foot now!!!  It's just past my shoulders, and I swer to you, it sort of self-styles, which I have not cut it at all since it came baack out.  And then for the confused, painfilled, ruined women out there (and men too) who really have found all this to be a struggle, and you don't know why, I shall give you my favorite quote of all time, by Ernest Heminway, from his book, "Islands of the Stream," I sometimes think of it when i reach a sort of total wreckage in life, he says, "It is all true."  SMILE, hearts and hugs, Gail

HEY FOLEY!!!!  Amazing.  I was hunting for a picture to put for Sheila in my as-usual too-long post, and when I came back to drop it in, there was you!  Yes, Lyrica is ridiculously expensive, I recall something over $100. So, w/o some sort of drug coverage that helps with Lyrica, you cannot get it, unless you can find a foundation or institute who will help you with the cost of just that one thing.  But tell you the truth, it kills the pain the same way, just less annoying, less side-effects (tummy).  That cryo therapy sounds promising, because cold should reduce the swellling, your aim, as long as it doesn't require some big operation.  But at least you could keep your boob and also have less swelling, etc.  Might want to cmpare cost/success/risks of the two (cryo vs. surgery), AND I'd think hard before I cut my boob off, but at the same time, if you're at the point of wanting that, the pain you must feel has to be fearsome.  Check websites on breast lymphedema, see if there's one with an active forum.  Greaqt getting to chat a bit with you, fo sho!!!!!!!!!  

Esther,  Your wonderful pictures make my day.  It is a wonderful way to start the day and one I look forward to every morning.

Oh and a good night picture for you -

Oh, Gail . . . when I decide to drive down to GA to visit my brother, I would very much like to schedule a visit with you!

dune, It is never a failure to seek or accept help when we are  confronted with fears and the changes, challenges, side effects and pain that result from our disease and our treatments.  It sounds like your Mom is the kind of Mom who can and wants to provide just the kind of help you need.  Move on with confidence.

Dune you are doing waht is right for you now, does not make it a failure or forever, but right for you just now and no rats, human or furry is a good thing!

Dune, if your mom is anything like my mom, you will do so much better with her by your side. My mom is coming for 2 weeks to help me out - I also hate asking for help, especially when she is getting older and I feel guilty asking her to drop everything and help me YET AGAIN, but I talked with an older friend yesterday - she is 83 - and she reminded me that "that's what moms do!", forever! Hugs!

Ok ladies I'm sorry today has been busy and I didn't get to the picture. I will put two current ones up tomorrow to make up for it. My iPod doesn't have access to the pictures and my feet hurt so bad I can't move . Happy Easter and check in tomorrow for the pictures

Ohhh, sweet SHELLSHINE, your husband hath failed thee for whatever self-centered male madness hath cometh over his closed eyes.  GEE WHIZ.  Looks like he could give you a break.  I don't know how long ya'll been together, but i'd been with my husband (love him) for about 25 years, and I had been into chemo I guess a couple months, totally wiped out, you know, and all I wanted was an effing hot dog with chili, just a half-mile out of our way, and he would not go up there and get it for me.  Ohhhhh, I whined and dribbled, screeeched  and withered his so-called mighty manliness, until he was stunned into silence.  Finally, it came down to a stand-off next to the kitchen pass-thru, and I 'splained to him I was Number One now, he was Number Two, right down the line until I told him differenent becuz I WAS THE SICK ONE, for crying out loud.  He tried to argue back, and I don't recommend THIS part, but I grabbed the lamp, slammed it against the wood column that holds up pass-thru columns, blasted out the lightbulb, whereupon fire and flaming ensued from the end of my magic laser as the plug came out of the wall.  It burnt his fingers and I cold really have given a shit, he's just lucky he put his hand up so I didn't quite hit him.  And I miss that lamp.

Well, anyhow, after I went to my sleeping place and peeled the horrible shoes off my chemo-induced foot neuropathy (FOLEY, ANOTHER thing we have in common) and put on my pajamas, and he went into where his closet crap, and I mean CRAP was, we had some time to coool off.  So, after I fixed a soda, flipped on the TV and got all settled in on the couch to suffer yet another day of chemo les miserables, husband came into the living room, sat down, and apologized with all he had, and that it made good sense for me to be number one for a while.  I thanked him profusely, he showed me his finger wounds, I got up and escorted him to the kitchen sink to run cool water over his minor burnage, altho to hear me tell it, it was a very serious injury that I was SO sorry to have vomitused right on him like I done.  Later we both thought it was pretty funny.  Yup, I'm a lamp-swinging fool, becuz let me tell you, like my Dad, my husband is made of wire, can't nothin' intimidate or hurt those guys much.  Six months later, after my rads quit burning, I officially went into here where the computer is, and I sat down and told him he was no No. 1 again, and believe me, he changed pretty rapidly into his regular position. And as i've said many times in this forum and other ones, I suppose, I looked in on him and realized just how depressed he had become.  So, within a month, he was all put back together again.

Thatz alll I gots for you'uns gals this morning, it' early becuz we stayed up late watching the next-to-last marathon for "Walking Dead," a truly fabulous TV series, with the grand finale last show tomorrow evening, to close out the season.  Yes, walking corpses with crumbling bodies did immitate the whole world, but no TV, not much to do except procreate and figure out ways to live a fairly normal life with a zombie walking right tru a plate glass window with way too much regularity.  Interesting on several levels, and one we discussed tonight that it's a little like our world today with such a high crime rate and inhuman dastardly deeds outtta nowhere everywhere in these here United States.  Love to all, Gail

Nope, SHELL, the argument started on the way home, and I asked him to just keep going instead of turning, but hell no....  actualy, it was probably the other way around, with him wanting something from Wendy's, but sho don matter now.  I keep trying to add ina picture I really liked that I saw onto my last post, but have given up.  Bye bye, girl !!!  gg

Off to Easter Service and lost my camera so here is a good morning picture until I get back.

Dogeyed - did read everything but I love the pic.!

April 2012 Morning Sky

Misty Rainy morning on the hill.

You all have my permission to use these pictures, however you want to - just give me the credit for them please... You are on your honor.

Love you ladies - If you all don't know what is going on here please PM me.. I will only be posting these pictures for you all, but leaving my talkiing to a minumum from now on.. I will gladly chat in a PM if you like.