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For the past three months or so, every month, between around the 20th and the 25th, I start to get really paranoid that I might be pregnant. So far, I haven't been. And, you know, it's not like I'm making unprotected whoopie, as they call it on the Newlywed Game. My options in that arena are limited, seeing as how any estrogen in my system ups my chances for cancer to come back. Those who keep up with these things know that most of your options for not having little bambinos involve adding estrogen and/or progesterone to the system (I think the principle is that it fools your bod into thinking it's already pregnant, so it doesn't go through all the trouble of trying to get pregnant any more).
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Speaking of newlywed games, our anniversary was awesome! We went to Florence Y'all, and stayed at a theme motel I've been blabbing about wanting to go to for YEARS. It's called Wildwood Inn & Suites, and we stayed in the Tennessee Cave room. The whole room was all done up like a cave. A CAVE WITH A HOT TUB AND BIG SCREEN TV IN IT! Look at it!
We went to dinner at Vito's Cafe, where the owner and all the servers sing, and Piano Pete plays piano. Highly recommended! The servers are mostly grad students in the music program at University of Cincinnati. We felt a little sad when we wondered if, as vocal performance majors, they are making more at Vito's than they will make after they get their degrees. Maybe so, so if you go, tip them well. They were all really good, and highlights included Vito himself singing If I Were a Rich Man (a song he was born to sing). Because it was our anniversary, they sang Happy Anniversary to us, and brought our desserts with candles in them. Then they took our request, which was Tenderly, which was played at our wedding! And Vito sang it! The best word to describe the evening was enchanting.
After dinner, we went to a place in Newport called Hofbrauhaus. It's a German pub Derek & Nancy had told us about. There was a polka band (the dude had an electronic accordion with all these different settings!) and everyone in there stood up in their seats the whole time and swung their mugs around in the air and sang along. It was a fun place and I wish we had one here in Louisville! Also, the beer was freaking beautifully good. That might be my favorite wheat beer I've ever had. And I've had a lot. Not tonight, though, sadly.
It was a wonderful anniversary trip - even getting lost on the way home. Dan and I have been lost together lots of times, and there's no one I'd rather be stuck in a creepy-ass small town somewhere in Kentucky or possibly Ohio with. On the way home we ended up in a town called Falmouth, which we pronounced 'foul mouth.' That and the German language radio station - yes, an all German language radio station, out in the boondocks of KY or possible Ohio - were the highlights of the trip home.
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About my survivor party: It's a no-go. I knew there was a reason it couldn't be on Friday instead of Saturday, and that's because I'm assistant stage managing a play with Pandora Productions and we have a performance that night! So on Saturday, my cancerversary, I think we're going to brave downtown (for the first time in YEARS) and watch the fireworks from Dan's office on the 17th floor of the Meidinger (My Dinger) tower. Then we're going to wander down to the BBC in theater square and have some brews. And maybe do some cornholing! Ha ha ha! That just never gets old (to me). I have something else in mind for earlier in the day that day, but I'm keeping it mum for now...
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I haven't posted pictures of my new foobs yet, but I promise, I will! I really will! I feel like my set of surgery/reconstruction pictures is a cliffhanger and I need to post the ending! I'm pretty happy with them, alhough if I had it to do over I would have gone a leeeetle beeet bigger. Because the real foobs don't stick out as much as the tissue expanders, because the real foobs have some give to them, whereas the expanders were harder than hay-ull.
But they're squishy, and they move around when I move around, and they lay down when I lay down, and they even have a little bounce to them. And they do look more like this:
(\)(/) than this: [\][/], which was a definite improvement.
I've experimented with wearing bras, which makes them feel a little more normal, but my chemo port is right where my bra strap hits, and the strap rubs it, which can hurt like hay-ull (word of the night). Saturday night, though, I went out bearing my fleavage for the first time since reconstruction!
Which reminds me, I still need to do a post about fipples!
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Okay, I've covered pregnancy, birth control, making whoopie, hot tubs, hotel rooms, cornholing, and, as usual, my chest. Time for bed!
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Speaking of newlywed games, our anniversary was awesome! We went to Florence Y'all, and stayed at a theme motel I've been blabbing about wanting to go to for YEARS. It's called Wildwood Inn & Suites, and we stayed in the Tennessee Cave room. The whole room was all done up like a cave. A CAVE WITH A HOT TUB AND BIG SCREEN TV IN IT! Look at it!
We went to dinner at Vito's Cafe, where the owner and all the servers sing, and Piano Pete plays piano. Highly recommended! The servers are mostly grad students in the music program at University of Cincinnati. We felt a little sad when we wondered if, as vocal performance majors, they are making more at Vito's than they will make after they get their degrees. Maybe so, so if you go, tip them well. They were all really good, and highlights included Vito himself singing If I Were a Rich Man (a song he was born to sing). Because it was our anniversary, they sang Happy Anniversary to us, and brought our desserts with candles in them. Then they took our request, which was Tenderly, which was played at our wedding! And Vito sang it! The best word to describe the evening was enchanting.
After dinner, we went to a place in Newport called Hofbrauhaus. It's a German pub Derek & Nancy had told us about. There was a polka band (the dude had an electronic accordion with all these different settings!) and everyone in there stood up in their seats the whole time and swung their mugs around in the air and sang along. It was a fun place and I wish we had one here in Louisville! Also, the beer was freaking beautifully good. That might be my favorite wheat beer I've ever had. And I've had a lot. Not tonight, though, sadly.
It was a wonderful anniversary trip - even getting lost on the way home. Dan and I have been lost together lots of times, and there's no one I'd rather be stuck in a creepy-ass small town somewhere in Kentucky or possibly Ohio with. On the way home we ended up in a town called Falmouth, which we pronounced 'foul mouth.' That and the German language radio station - yes, an all German language radio station, out in the boondocks of KY or possible Ohio - were the highlights of the trip home.
* * * * * * *
About my survivor party: It's a no-go. I knew there was a reason it couldn't be on Friday instead of Saturday, and that's because I'm assistant stage managing a play with Pandora Productions and we have a performance that night! So on Saturday, my cancerversary, I think we're going to brave downtown (for the first time in YEARS) and watch the fireworks from Dan's office on the 17th floor of the Meidinger (My Dinger) tower. Then we're going to wander down to the BBC in theater square and have some brews. And maybe do some cornholing! Ha ha ha! That just never gets old (to me). I have something else in mind for earlier in the day that day, but I'm keeping it mum for now...
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I haven't posted pictures of my new foobs yet, but I promise, I will! I really will! I feel like my set of surgery/reconstruction pictures is a cliffhanger and I need to post the ending! I'm pretty happy with them, alhough if I had it to do over I would have gone a leeeetle beeet bigger. Because the real foobs don't stick out as much as the tissue expanders, because the real foobs have some give to them, whereas the expanders were harder than hay-ull.
But they're squishy, and they move around when I move around, and they lay down when I lay down, and they even have a little bounce to them. And they do look more like this:
(\)(/) than this: [\][/], which was a definite improvement.
I've experimented with wearing bras, which makes them feel a little more normal, but my chemo port is right where my bra strap hits, and the strap rubs it, which can hurt like hay-ull (word of the night). Saturday night, though, I went out bearing my fleavage for the first time since reconstruction!
Which reminds me, I still need to do a post about fipples!
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Okay, I've covered pregnancy, birth control, making whoopie, hot tubs, hotel rooms, cornholing, and, as usual, my chest. Time for bed!