First day out of bandages in 8 1/2 weeks

Not my hands on the keyboard, but a pic from 3M showing the coban bandaging I have been in lately

Not my hands on the keyboard, but a pic from 3M showing the coban bandaging I have been in lately

Aaaaahhhhhhhh. After self-bandaging from July 28 twice a day, every day and every night, and the new therapist-applied coban bandaging, today is the first day I have been able to return to a compression sleeve. I can bend my arm! Touch the side of my face and neck with my right hand! Eat with a fork in my right hand and not lose half the food!

The reason why I’m back in a compression sleeve is because my skin is degrading under the coban bandages so I need to wear something breathable while I apply Polysporin and clean the areas and keep them from getting infected. As soon as the skin heals, or starts to, I’ll be back in the bandages (which ones I don’t know yet).

For this period of CDT (complete decongestive therapy) I have seen three different therapists—an osteopath, a massage therapist (Lucy) and a physiotherapist (Lisa). Lucy and Lisa both practice at Toronto Physiotherapy, the first place I went with my lymphedema after diagnosis and an assessment at Princess Margaret’s Lymphedema Clinic.  My first therapist at Toronto Physiotherapy, last fall, was Lindsay (weirdly alliterative, yes?), the director there. I have had six professional drainage massages since this flare-up began, and blown my health coverage reimbursement for the year. Now I’ll have to cut into my spa budget or wine-cellar allowance to pay for massages (I wish!).

The difference in my arm between what I can do and what a trained therapist can do is night and day. They do 135 hours of training for certification in lymphatic drainage massage; I received 80 minutes. It is ridiculous that this condition doesn’t qualify for OHIP-covered services. My one-handed effort at this type of massage is ludicrous. I’ve been doing it for 10 months, and I don’t think I’m going to get any better at it. I talk to my therapists, question them, get my kids to videotape the sessions, watch every YouTube video on lymphatic massage, and still, my left hand reaching across my body is a poor substitute for a trained therapist.

Complain, complain.

The sleeve I’m in today allows my skin to breathe so the degradation will stop. But as that happens, I can almost feel my arm filling back up with this gross fluid. It’s one of those “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” situations—in the bandages I can exercise my arm and hand and force the fluid up the arm, but my skin gets gross and blistered and red; let the skin heal and my arm swells back up. It sucks.

Complain, complain, again.

But right now I can bring a spoon up to my face and eat with my right hand, brush my teeth with my right hand, and I actually attempted eye liner today. So I am enjoying myself!