COVID-19 ๐Ÿ’‰ vaccination (first shot)

Covid waiting area

Got the call from Seattle Cancer Care Alliance on Wednesday. BioNTech-Pfizer shot set for Friday morning! This is the first time that cancer has had benefits.

But vaccination ahead of my 86 year old, veteran father-in-law is wrong.

Fred Hutchinson and SCCA have put together an amazing mass vaccination process. (And yes, jabs in arms, as quickly as possible.)

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Breast cancer in the age of COVID-19

covid test

COVID-19 may be everywhere, but my breast cancer treatments do not stop.

This week is number five of my six scheduled Zometa treatments (over three years).

Zoledronic acid, member of aย class of medications called bisphosphonates, is used to prevent or treat osteoporosis. Breast cancer patients who are taking aromatase inhibitors (which decrease estrogen levels) are at increased risk of bone loss.

But first I have to test negative for SARS-CoV-2.

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Happy new year!

happy new year

We attended a marvelous party overlooking Seattle. Bummed that the weather nixed the Space Needle fireworks.ย  But we still had a blast!

I wore a small shaped bra with a favorite dress that needs bumps for that V-neck. ๐Ÿ˜‚ No prosthetic, just the filled-with-air cups. Two years ago I would not have dreamed Iโ€™d be comfortable enough to ever wear this dress again.

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How I spent my Monday afternoon (aka, plastic surgery and mastectomy scars)

mastectomy plastic surgery

Most of you have probably never seen a mastectomy scar. And you’re not fully seeing them now, as these are bandaged. I am also wearing a compression sleeve for lymphedema (my left arm).

Although almost half of mastectomies do not involve reconstruction, it turns out that too many of these surgeries do not leave the woman “flat.” It’s highly unlikely that the scars will be “flat” if the patient isn’t savvy enough to use that word pre-op. I didn’t know.

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