Meet Dick

Dick is Humphrey’s cousin, and I hate him.
I’ve come up with calling him Dick as some men I know called Dick are right tits (which is where he’s hiding) and it’s playing on DCIS, the type of cancer I have.
Sure, I might be seen as being flippant when in truth I’m shit scared, but at the end of the day, all the tears, tantrums and despair aren’t going to change things. I have cancer. Again. It’s my second strike, and I have no choice other than a mastectomy this time, and it seems unfair that when I had my lumpectomy, they believed they had got it all.
Dick here has decided otherwise, the bastard.

I’m not going to quote facts and figures as this is ME we’re talking about, but you can find out more information here

In brief:

Ductal carcinoma in situ (DCIS) is non-invasive breast cancer. Ductal means that the cancer starts inside the milk ducts, carcinoma refers to any cancer that begins in the skin or other tissues (including breast tissue) that cover or line the internal organs, and in situ means “in its original place.” DCIS is called “non-invasive” because it hasn’t spread beyond the milk duct into any normal surrounding breast tissue. DCIS isn’t life-threatening, but having DCIS can increase the risk of developing an invasive breast cancer later on.

In simple terms, if you imagine a fried egg, the yolk surrounded by the white and perfectly cooked, that’s how I see Dick, currently contained, but with the potential to burst his banks and spread to other parts of the body.
Well Dick me old mate, we’re on to you and you ain’t gonna get the chance!

I appear to have been assigned my original nurse when we found Humphrey, and she rang me yesterday. It was good to chat to someone who had been with me through it before. She is ‘old school’ like my Consultant, and tells it like it is with no frills or fancy jargon.
I am being slotted in for my pre op assessment a few days before surgery. This is actually great because it gets a few other things out of the way like diabetes eye screening and a chance to argue with the prescriptions office about an early repeat for my anastrazole which I shall continue to take. They are miserly with pills up here and you can only have one month’s supply at a time, but no two prescriptions in the same month.

Last time, I healed really quickly and only had to have one lot of fluid drained off. Although they say the dressing and drain will be taken out after a week, if I’m not producing any liquid, that might come out earlier. Hurrah!!
Obviously I won’t be doing very much as regards activity (any excuse to get out of hoover pushing), won’t be able to lift or carry anything but although I can’t play darts, I can certainly go as Captain and do the paperwork jollying the team along in the process.

The exercises are already familiar and recommended to commence the day after surgery as this gets the tissues working and also helps prevent a build up of liquid.
I have been given another Primary Breast Cancer information pack which is loaded with leaflets and contacts to get additional help and support.
I am not afraid to talk about it, though I am afraid of what happens next and how long it will take to get back to ‘normal’.
There has been mammoth advances in treatments of Breast Cancer and having it does not mean a death sentence. Like dieting, it’s a change of life style, though in this case, surgery might seem a little drastic for the wont of losing a couple of pounds.
Don’t knock me for my sense of humour at this time. It comes to the fore when I’m stressed or pissed off, and Dick has certainly done that.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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38 Responses to Meet Dick

  1. colinandray says:

    Don’t forget Melanie as a “pick me up” resource. She has (and still is) beating the odds with her brain tumour and I have no doubt would be a good support. 🙂

    • Oh bless you Colin. This has knocked us both for 6 but we’ll beat it. ❤ ❤

    • Anonymous says:

      Hi Melanie, Colin’s daughter here. I wrote a really , kind of short story well not really & I had the same problems I had when I tried to get onto my dad & another doggie blog site & I wasn’t able to post so I tried to sign in but may email keeps getting rejected.
      But know everything you’re going through…..I’m not going to say gets easier but the crappy days will get fewer and further between. I wrote that In my original & as I’m writing it now I’m thinking what a bunch of bullox that is. People used to come me & say “it’ll get better, we’re praying for you, are you getting enough sleep you look a bit tired, how are you doing, I mean really doing.” oh drove me mental. When I did blog through out my chemo & radiation I did a blog entitled ‘What NOT to say to someone with cancer. I did lose it 1X on one of my relatively new pastors she just said the wrong thing at the totally wrong time.

      Other than the really crappy times most days are normal & I function normally. I’m a Chappell & I take after my dad Colin so I’m not quite sure what normal is.

      I think you’re a strong woman & when you go thru cancer the only way I can possibly do it is by utilizing my ability is to use gallows humour otherwise I’d crack permanently.

      I’m here if you need me for anything.
      Melanie

  2. fransiweinstein says:

    I think Dick is the perfect name for him!! And he has met his match.

  3. Sadje says:

    Soon you will be saying goodbye to Dick for good! I love your sense of humor in stress. I am myself the same! One thing that I can advise you is go sugar free after the op. Completely. The Humphries and Dicks thrive on sugar.

  4. Sorry to hear the cancer has return. My best wishes to you. I found it took me 2 years to recover from my surgeries. Yes, I could more earlier but I didn’t feel really good for a long time.🍀☕👵👴

  5. Anonymous says:

    Hi Melanie, Colin’s daughter here. I wrote a really , kind of short story well not really & I had the same problems I had when I tried to get onto my dad & another doggie blog site & I wasn’t able to post so I tried to sign in but may email keeps getting rejected.
    But know everything you’re going through…..I’m not going to say gets easier but the crappy days will get fewer and further between. I wrote that In my original & as I’m writing it now I’m thinking what a bunch of bullox that is. People used to come me & say “it’ll get better, we’re praying for you, are you getting enough sleep you look a bit tired, how are you doing, I mean really doing.” oh drove me mental. When I did blog through out my chemo & radiation I did a blog entitled ‘What NOT to say to someone with cancer. I did lose it 1X on one of my relatively new pastors she just said the wrong thing at the totally wrong time.

    Other than the really crappy times most days are normal & I function normally. I’m a Chappell & I take after my dad Colin so I’m not quite sure what normal is.

    I think you’re a strong woman & when you go thru cancer the only way I can possibly do it is by utilizing my ability is to use gallows humour otherwise I’d crack permanently.

    I’m here if you need me for anything.
    Melanie

    • You are a star Melanie! Thanks for taking the time to post your comment. I had radiotherapy last time as I wouldn’t have benefited from chemo according to the grading of Humphrey when he was removed three years ago (almost to the day actually). No radiotherapy or chemo for this either as there will be nothing there to zap. We just want it done so that I can concentrate on getting back to normal. My health is otherwise good, so that’s a blessing. Love that quip back to your Dad about knowing what normal is! Yep, I can laugh and joke about it even when I feel like punching walls or screaming at the injustice of it all, but there you go, it doesn’t change anything does it, so we’ll get on with it.
      I think you are amazing and thanks so much for your support How are the card experiments going? ❤ ❤ ❤

  6. Recurrence sucks. Dick is well named.
    I had DCIS three years ago. I learned a lot. But once should be enough for anyone. You’ll be all right. You’ll get by with a little help from your friends.

    • Thanks for your positive comment.
      I’ve added him a title: Dick the Shit.
      I had a lumpectomy three years ago, so it’s a blow that it’s come back. But we’ll get through it. I just want it done so that I can concentrate on getting on with my life. The support I’m getting is wonderful and I can’t thank everyone enough.

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  8. Dick’s in a lot of trouble and he sure had it coming. But I love your positive take on things. Sending lots of hugs and prayers your way. Take care, Di. We are all rooting for you.

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