Breast Loose and Sugar Free

I have a lot to share from the last week or so, but Bryan has been out of the country this week, so I've had extended kid-duty on top of the extreme fatigue from radiation.

After reading that, I know what you want to know, so I'll tell you: Naples.

He's due home in an hour. I'll be sure to tell you if he got me anything nice. . .

Speaking of promised reports, perhaps there is a question among you about my hair. It is coming in. 2 weeks ago, Josh felt my head and said, "You feel poky." One week ago, he felt it and said, "You feel like a caterpillar." Yesterday: "You feel like a cat."

It seems to be as thick as before. It also seems to be the same color, though this is deeply disappointing for Gemma, who was hoping for purple. It's not long enough to know yet whether it is curly.

My body hair is back, too. Up until a few days ago, I had gone 5 months without touching a razor! Of course, I went longer than that once while in college, with a very different result, but that was not cancer-related.

The shocking part about the Return of Hair are my eyebrows. There they are! I had gotten used to seeing my face bald, and had been drawing in thin brown lines when donning a wig. But here are the real things again and can I just say that eyebrows are strange. Go ahead and look in a mirror right now. Stare at your brows. What are those things all about??

But enough chit-chat. Time to turn to our title for the day:

The radiation is burning through the layers of my skin such that I cannot wear any supportive garments. Way too uncomfortable. Instead, I've been wearing Bryan's big denim shirt over a top and that has at least protected me against an appearance that is both immodest and freakish, what with one swinging free and all.

I've been able to exercise each day (so the fatigue can't be as bad as that from chemo, I keep reminding myself), but even then, athletic support is not an option.

I happened to explain all this to Mandy who expressed utter disbelief. Wasn't I completely uncomfortable on that side? Wasn't it killing me not to be supported?

Hmm. Come to think of it: No. And that's odd. I figure it's because my breast is trying to stay under the radar right now, kind of like, "Hey, girl, don't mind me. I'm totally fine here. Not going to bother you at all. Not going to turn cancerous on you. So, like, there's reason to cut me off or anything. It's all good."

"Yeah, well, you know what, breast? I appreciate your co-operation and all, but next week I'm calling Mayfield's office to schedule your date with destiny."

So now you all understand the phrase "Breast Loose."

As for "Sugar Free," let me back up to about 3 years ago. In January of 2007, I started experiencing screaming headaches and throwing up a lot. I saw a few doctors. We ruled out things like ciliac disease and lactose intolerance. And I eventually figured out that I couldn't tolerate refined sugar. There was something about the chemical used to refine it that was toxic to me, and even a small dose of it sent me into the same symptoms as food poisoning.

A lot of good came out of this. For starters, I broke what was actually an addiction to sugar. I had been swamped buy a post-pardem depression that just wouldn't go away--until I stopped eating sugar. On the whole, I was very, very glad to be free of it.

And I could eat organic sugar, which is not refined in the same way. So it's not like I've had nothing sweet to eat for 3 years. The difference is that once broken of the addiction, I had few cravings for a dessert. Chocolate no longer held power over me!

The intolerance was still evident as recently as this past Christmas, when I did a lot of baking with the kids. This required testing the batter (and I wasn't using organic sugar), and just a lick would trigger the start of the headache, so I knew not to eat more and trigger the rest of the consequences.

Then. Then. Then. . . The kids decorated a Gingerbread Train. And the jelly bellies on the rim of Gemma's box car called to me. Surely one wouldn't cause a headache. And one did not. Nor did two, nor three, nor, well, that was the end of the box car trim. I ate them all. To no ill effect.

Hmm. Maybe the makers of jelly bellies don't use refined sugar. Maybe it's all fructose corn syrup. How about Twizzlers? Josh had slapped a few onto the side of his car with great abandon. And. . .nope! No problem at all!

Boy, this was strange. Last week, there were Holiday MnM's leftover from our baking that were having such a fun little party together in my cupboard, I couldn't resist joining them. I loved to eat them! They loved being eaten! I tried just a few. . .no headache! Later, I ate several more. . .still fine!

And so it is. No more intolerance to sugar. I feel like I've been healed. (Yes, that's a little rich, coming from someone who has escaped the grip of Stage III breast cancer.) And I've been having a great time revisiting my favorite deserts of yore: Culver's Chocolate concrete with peanut butter cups; molten lava cake from AppleBee's--not to mention their spinach vinaigrette salad I'd had to forgo because the dressing is made with sugar.

Ah. . . The week has been delicious.

I don't at all know what to make of this. I don't think I'll know, this side of eternity, what was going on inside of me. And I don't think I would mind if the intolerance returned, though it is nice to partake of some yummy things.

It's a good sign that, though I've been Sugar Free (e.g. free to eat sugar!) for a week, I am actually down 2 pounds of weight. I have the ambition to avoid an addiction this time around--the secret of which, I think, will be to eat only the sweet things that are really terrific, and to avoid the myriads of other sugar sources ever present.

In short, I think I'm going to be OK.