I really wish they'd let me take a shower... because I have a PICC line in, the nurses won't let me get water anywhere near it. Those silly little warm bath cloth things are total garbage - I am sticky and smell like a nursing home patient. My gorgeous hair is oily and breaking because it's been pulled up in a messy bun for so long. I do not like this. I do not like it at all.
Important stuff: pathology on the biopsied samples came back - noncancerous with "abnormal" cells. Hmm. Yay for the noncancerous part! Hmm for the abnormal cells part. But yay for the noncancerous part!
I'm staying positive. The mass still has to be removed, and there's a pretty good chance that they're going to be taking out the superior lobe of my lung with it. But I'm happy and keeping my spirits up!
Talked to Kacey on SKYPE for awhile earlier... no easy feat considering that I literally have ZERO voice. Not even a whisper. But it was nice to see her even if she was a blubbering, sobbing mess. Seriously. Why am I the one who is coping well with this?! LOL.
Well, I'm now down 33 pounds. I'm not trying, obviously, it's just that my body was starting to break itself down. The lung mass isn't what I consider scary... the cachexia is. That shit could've gone downhill really fast. It's still progressing, but it's slowing. It's wild to think that I've lost over 30 pounds in 6 days. One positive thing comes out of this ordeal at least!
[EDIT]: I GOT A SHOWER. My evening shift nurse (who shall remain nameless because she could get in a shit ton of trouble) took pity on me and let me take a real, bona fide, honest-to-God shower. She wrapped my upper left arm in plastic bags and taped it so that water couldn't penetrate it or get into the line. Yay! I feel like a new woman.
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