CANCER: Side FX

Well, here it is- day five post chemo. Still feeling relatively good, I must say...I've experienced a few side effects which I think I shared with you earlier. Today I woke up kinda on my ass due to fatigue, so I did what any rational cancer-ridden gal would do: I called in the reinforcements and then took a nap. Duh! Ok, so doing well, right? Right. But wait. There's more.... On Monday morning when I awoke I noticed something very, very um....interesting about my body. Not wanting to draw any further attention to myself, given the fainting and what-have-you...I decided to act like I'm British and keep my thoughts to my simple-minded self. But when I woke up on Tuesday and saw the same thing, well I realized this is for real. Ok, you're probably wondering just what in the Hell I'm talking about. Well, lemme tell ya: Christmas came early in the Moy household. Momma got a new set of boobs! Swear to Allah or any other religious deity....my boobs are glorious! I'm talking like back before I had two vampire, breast feeding kids, glorious! Yes, my middle aged breasts, that truly had the consistency of soup, are going through what can only be described as a reformation.....and I'm thrilled! Seriously! I can't go into any further specifics, as really that would then turn this blog into something else....but let's just say things are now facing the right direction. And...National Geographic won't want use me as a cover model.... Now wait....my mom, the great skeptic, credited the steroids. Well, she is WRONG! I emailed the amazing Dr. Karamlou with my new findings. He replied- and I quote: "As far as the other that can happen as there are hormonal changes with the chemo." So cute! Couldn't use the word boobs.... And of course my newly reformed friends needed new reinforcements. A big shout- out thanks goes to my gal pal Madeline Moy, who upon inspection declared: "You're right! They are perky!" who understood the urgency of my situation. That's right folks. She didn't bat one eyelash when I stated the need to head to our mutual happy place- Nordstrom to resolve the "fit" issue. After all, Madeline declared "Can you pick a better place to faint?" The girl had a point. West Coast Director of Operations, Paul, who unfortunately is out of town on bidness, gloomily predicted that all of this will be over by noon on Friday- as he'll be back around then. My gut tells me otherwise. And Patty, my Rainier Valley Ops Manager predicts future growth and recommended that I hang on to my receipts. She's so practical like that.... All I know is that much like my boobs, life is looking up! Chemo has its perks. Who knew?