Actually sitting here laughing out loud
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I was not aware of a Zonta Pillow until mentioned here on the blog @Blossom1961 - and just had a small narrow pillow that I used after my surgery. This elevated my arm/hand - as the angle from the shoulder to the bed made my surgery/node area hurt .... and I'd used it previously after 2 x lots of shoulder surgery for the same reason. These days I just use it when I read in bed!
Different strokes for different folks .... ain't any 2 of us the same!
Good that you don't need it to sleep!
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I lay in hospital using mine around my neck like one of those travel pillows, which was sort of nice. It never occured to me to put it under my arm. Duh.2
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@arpie I sleep better without it but would LOVE to not wake up 6-7 times. Oh well, some sleep is better than none1
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Just a little story.. Flew from Adelaide to Perth in between lumpectomy and radiotherapy, to visit daughter. After putting all belongings through the x ray machine, and picking up at the other end I was selected for the bag swab drug test. At this point I had put the zonta pillow back under my arm. The young man looked at me and asked if I could please open that handbag, pointing to my silky green pillow. I just looked him in the eye and declared that it was a breast cancer surgery pillow. I think that all of a sudden he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. I hope he is now educated.
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@Smurfee
When I was returning home from Perth to the Kimberley after my diagnosis and a very painful ( just a little sting, dear!) core biopsy some 18 months ago, I too was selected for the swab test. What is it about older ladies that we get picked out for swab tests?
As the young man ran the wand over my right side, I flinched. Aha, must have something there so a female security agent was called over for a pat down. By now I was in tears. Sore, sorry, alone and coping with a BC diagnosis.
The female security person was lovely, telling me not to worry about it, it was just procedure. When I tearfully explained, she put her arm around me, lead me through security and up to the airline gate, spoke to the attendants who organised for me to be boarded first and changed my seat allocation up to the front of the plane. I will never forget that warm understanding lovely middle aged lady.
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