Newly Diagnosed 18/2/2020

Caz1 its great to hear of someone who also can laugh at it all. We must start a weaird club. Laughter is the best medicine and I do believe we can laugh our way well. On the weekends when I have not worn any make up for 2 or 3 days I am the vision of what I looked like on day 5 after chemo. Hardly recognizable. I do make jokes about my boob especially with 3 freinds who copied me 10 months apart.  I don't  have any humour about anyone outside of this club making jokes but amongst us, go for it. Id have to say my funnist memory is on the day of my surgery. My husbands feeding me water, theres a fluid drip in my hand im not taking into account and then....I need to spend a penny. Call the nurse, who has to get someone eles who has to get someone else to help me and my 2 drain bottles. I still have my panties on which i wore to surgery  Leopard skin of course. So here I am, taking my first steps after the first surgery in my life. Make it into the loo, holding on to my drains and no free hand to pull my pants down and I am fair busting big time. Whilst manoeuvring the removal of pants, the excitement of the nearness of the loo, its been 10 hours since I last went got all too much and i joined the stress incontinence, no Id gone pass stress to ecstacy and wet myself. Because of the cannula and lack of desire to wash them,I saw a placcy bag, put them in and gave them to the man of the house to take home and wash. 2 days later i asked him if hed washed them and he looked surprised (duh) and said they were still in the car. I said the car must smell like a dead body or you've lost your sense of smell. No worries, I  arrived home the next day to find them over the shower door. From that moment on I decided not to sweat the small stuff, and over the coming months closed my eyes to things like, asking for watermelon when I couldn't  even lift my head and I get at least half a melon cut in massive chunks and questioned when I didn't  eat it all. Yeah, you have to laugh.