Yesterday I looked at my body in the mirror after getting out of the shower. I was a little eager to do so because I've lost a couple of pounds and I was really happy about that. Maybe you're thinking that's not really a big deal but it is for me. Because I require surgery every couple of years or so, it's important that I keep my weight down so that I don't add to the risks involved in already delicate and dangerous procedures. In the past six months I managed to put on a few pounds mostly due to my stomach problems. In order to keep my stomach from totally erupting when I take some of my medications, I have to eat a lot of food. I try to make sure it's healthy food but I'm not always mindful of this. Incidentally, to anyone who takes narcotics and still has trouble stomaching them despite being on Prilosec or Nexium: Try eating an apple when you take your narcotics. I've found them to be the most perfect food for helping keep your stomach calm. Note: Please don't take this advice if you're on chemotherapy and have been told not to eat fresh fruit or vegetables.
Well, I suppose I should get back on topic. When I looked in the mirror I also saw that one of my scars has gotten bigger. It made me want to cry. I used to love my back. It was absolutely gorgeous. Before the cancer, I had no scars on my body at all, none. I would always get compliments on my gorgeous skin. However, the assault on my body started with my first surgery and has been ongoing ever since then. I thought this would be a really short message but as I started to write I found that I actually had a lot to say, so I've decided to break it up into several posts.