Good news about my lymphedema!

After less than two weeks of bandaging, these two areas of the ring finger on my right hand went numb and feeling didn’t come back. I was told to try taking the bandages off for three hours and see what happened. Nothing. Then, I was told to leave them off for eight hours. Nothing. So Dr. Chang, physiatrist with the Cancer Survivorship Centre at Princess Margaret, sent me for a nerve conduction study (a really freaky test I don’t hope to ever need again) that found it was a branch of the digital nerve, no idea why, no treatment, no reason for it to spread, keep going with the bandaging.

I have definitely been in a stall with this blog, and I blame it all on my lymphedema. And the fatigue, but this post is about the arm. For the last three months everything has been about my arm: it hurts, it burns, it feels bloated and heavy, it pinches, my hand cramps, my skin crawls, it’s numb, it’s pins and needles, etc., etc., ad nauseam. It won’t fit in any clothes, I can’t get comfortable at night, my fingertips freeze, bandaging takes forever, I AM NOT NOR EVER WILL BE AN RMT!

Two weeks ago, after almost three months of massaging, exercising, bandaging and Cobanning, I went from 24% to 11% more than the left arm. Even though I was told that 11% was good enough to move back into a sleeve, my thinking was that if I stopped bandaging at 11% and went to a sleeve, which only maintains your size, the next time I would flare it would be in addition to an arm that was already 11% larger than the other. My flare this summer was a 21% increase, so if next summer I increase the same amount, I’d be looking at an arm 32% larger than my unaffected one.

This may be a flawed theory, who knows, but it makes sense to me.

I was so deflated and hopeless and angry after that measuring that I began the most aggressive bandaging and pumping and massaging (deep and surface) I had the entire time. I stared at that arm with such hatred I think it might have shrivelled a little just from the evil eye.

Yesterday I went for measuring at the Survivorship Centre at Princess Margaret again and there I was—6%!!!

That’s good enough for me! I went to my fitter—Mansuetta—and got measured for a new custom sleeve and glove. The thought of putting these bandages into a bag and burying it in my closet has me giddy. Wearing a sleeve and a glove will feel like running naked through a sprinkler on a scorching summer afternoon to me (that’s me as a kid, not now, God forbid).

In four weeks I will have my new gear, just in time for my return to work.  I’m looking at starting a graduated schedule the first week of December. More of that soon.

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How am I physically?

I know a post ago I said that I was going to try writing more often and see if that helps with my outlook, and it’s been a slow start (better than a no start, I tell the dog). So tonight I’m going to give my state of the physical address.

My right hand with lymphedema, in need of major massage to force all that fluid back up my arm, over and across the right shoulder and down into the neck area where lots of lymph nodes are hanging out, looking for work, I hope.

My right hand with lymphedema, in need of major massage to force all that fluid back up my arm, over and across the right shoulder and down into the neck area where lots of lymph nodes are hanging out, looking for work, I hope.

When my hand is like this, it hurts a lot!

When my hand is like this, it hurts a lot!

So, how am I physically?

I am managing my hand, arm and trunk lymphedema with twice daily self-massage. Graydon and Tessa each came to an instructional session at Princess Margaret’s Survivorship Program for the decongestive massage and filmed it each time. Pam was the therapist both times, and she was amazingly patient and accommodating about filming. I have found that it really helps to have the video when I do the massage myself, both for pacing and remembering to do all the parts of the massage routine. I am taking a second session of Lebed Method Healthy Steps exercise classes at Toronto General Hospital, designed for opening up and promoting lymphatic drainage through the whole body, which I need to keep the swelling down in my right fingers, hand, arm and trunk, and reroute that fluid to other lymph nodes. I try to do a modified (shortened) version every day at home—the days I do it I feel better in the arm and chest. I need to do aerobic exercise, but am having a hard time keeping that up five times a week.

The fatigue continues, and is the most frustrating thing I face on a daily basis. I didn’t “believe” in fatigue before, now I believe it but I hate it. Fatigue usually lifts a few months after radiation, but I’m five months out from radiation and still bagged. After seeing my psychiatrist last week, and running two more errands, I slept from 4 p.m. to 10 a.m. the next day. 18 hours. On days I have to get out and do stuff, I need to drink a large coffee every hour or so until I am done, then it’s water. If I don’t drink coffee, by 10:30 or 11 a.m., whether I have exercised or not, I need to sleep. That sleep can be two hours or six, and if there isn’t a huge reason to get up, I can nap all evening and then sleep all night, punctuated by my mind waking up to rattle through bad thoughts for 10 minutes or two hours. If I can will myself back to sleep, great. If not, I lie there with a body that can’t get up.

I have breast surgery coming up. The right side has continued to shrink thanks to the radiation, the gift that keeps on giving. The plastic surgeon left my right breast a fair bit larger than the left after my surgery, because radiation hardens and shrinks the breast tissue. That way, depending on the shrinkage, the two breasts might end up close in size. No luck in my case. They are now at least two cup sizes different, which means no bra can possibly fit. And the difference is definitely noticeable by more people than just me. I have thought about going with a prosthesis, but there are enough other things that need to be fixed and rejigged that surgery is planned. I’ve had the surgical consult, reviewed expectations, procedures, recovery. Now I wait for an appointment to sign my consent papers, and then I’ll be scheduled. I don’t want surgery, but this damned cancer has screwed me over enough already, I don’t need to see more evidence of it every time I look at myself.

Miscellaneous items: My hair is coming in like I always thought it would if it was ever short—curly at first, now wavy, just as thick as before, texture still silky. So, except for the natural dirty, dirty dishwater blond colour, it’s not so bad. I still want my long, blond highlighted coif, so I am not trimming it in any way—just keep it growing! My right breast hurts all the time inside. On the outside, there is no sensation, and I still have no sensation under my arm and around to the back. That makes the massage feel really freaky—my left hand knows what it’s doing, but my right arm can’t report back. Weird. My toe nails are not growing back. This will start panicking me soon, because I go barefoot from May to October, and those toes look like photos in a medical journal. I can’t even paint them, because there are no nails! Fingernails are much better, as in I have nails on all ten digits, but they don’t adhere to the nail bed very well yet, so lift up a lot, have bubbles and ridges in the nails themselves, and peel and split a lot. But, I can paint them, so it’s OK.