What is normal? Or is that just a setting on your dryer?

So, trying to figure out my new normal again. I went to see my rock star PT lady. She is amazing. She needed to see me to see how I was healing from my latest operation.  She said I was looking really good and now I only need to call her when I have signs of lymphoma.Signs are my arm feels heavy or swelling. She is really good about informing me about what I need to look for and how important it is to call right away. 

I had my follow up visit to my plastic surgeon. He is really amazing and his staff is really good at listening and asking questions. I had a spot of red under my left one. It is really difficult to see what was the spot of red. I thought it looked like blood that was under the glue they used to put me back together. But I wasn't sure and I wasn't too concerned since it wasn't dripping. Dripping blood is not a good sign. So I told the nurse that there was a spot, it wasn't sore, and didn't have red around it, so I thought it was dried blood. My plastic guy came in and put on his special glasses and said it was dried blood under the glue. That made me happy. He said I looked good and was healing nicely. 

I have to see him in a couple of weeks to discuss next steps. I'm not sure what next steps are, but I will go back and listen to what he has to say. 

I'm getting use to wearing a mask for all my appointments. Sometimes its really difficult to hear what people are saying. Everything is muffled. I'm not excited about not hearing people talk.  

Has anyone else noticed that some people are more snarky? How sad. I have a feeling everyone is tired of having to be so careful and they are becoming snarky. I try to be kind to everyone. 

I have been trying to walk everyday. Some days I walk along the Fox River Trail. It is so pretty. I love walking along the water. It is so pretty, it makes walking fun. 

I have been so excited to be able to attend church. It has been uplifting to worship with my church family. We have to register for church, and we still can't sing in church. We either listen to a cantor sing, or we speak the words. I usually sing the hymns on the way home from church. And I was able to take communion. 

July 22nd 2019 was my last big chemo. I can hardly believe it has been a year since I had my last big chemo. I remember how tired I was after my last one. And how excited I was to be done with my big chemo. And how blessed I was to have all the support while going through chemo. I went to lunch to celebrate. I didn't wear my purple wig. I could have. But now I have hair. Real hair. I'm so thankful. It has been a very eventful year.