I'm not posting much, as you've all gathered. But I picked up the Storm Rider story the other day and am amazed at what we did here. It'll take a while, but I'm going to pull together the chapters in order so I can circulate them. Not a book as it were. That would take a lot of work. Just a chronology of the SR instalments. And while I'm at it I'll finish the Determination story. In hospital for the next recon stage in early March so I'll probably pull it together then. Meanwhile, Ride on!
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“Uh, Tallulah, what’s with the beer barrel? “ Joe rocked it back and forth but not a drop came out. “I changed that yesterday.”
“Ahem” coughed Tallulah, “well, um, there was a wee bit of a problem last night. Kind of a celebration of sorts. Hmm mmm.” She cleared her throat and kept to wiping the glasses, just a touch more vigorously than usual.
“What,” queried Joe, “kind of a problem.”
“Well, y’know how we’ve not really been whooping it up recently. Well I kind of let the Storm Riders have…” and she ran the words together kind of fast, “…full rein on anything they wanted to drink and then we opened the bar and you weren’t here and it seemed like a groovy thing to do and…” she sighed, “I’m sacked amn’t I”.
Joe looked around the saloon. The pot plant definitely looked giddy, the spittoons were, well lets not go there, and he had no idea at all who’s boots were sticking out from under the poker table, but all in all, nothing seemed to broken that couldn’t be fixed, and it was definitely good to have the Storm Riders back in town.
“Now why would I go sackin’ you Tallulah? Hmm? Just get me a cup of coffee, then we’ll get to sortin’ this mess out.”
Tallulah grinned. Her song hadn’t gone totally over his head then…
The Storm Riders are back in Determination. Watch this space.
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Rosie, big SR hugs round the campfire. Take care of yourself. A hard time.
Nicky, fingers, hooves, and paws crossed for your sister.
Clare - any news? The SRs could have a go at singing Tallulah some back up, but I think she might start throwing things! 😉
Eliza - at least they've found it and can start treatment before you start cracking up, as it were. 🙂
On the book front - me too for proper paper! I like to hold a book, flick pages, put it down upside down and get the covers all curled, turn down the corners, smooth my hand over a nice hardback (and don't you wish they had more of those ribbons - with you there Sal!), and just, well, stack them up and look at them. Ok, so dusting is a bit of a pain, but nothing good comes without a bit of work. And I've got two sitting there Helen, that I keep looking at, but am determined to keep for when I go in to get the implants. But it's awfully hard not to take a peek at the last page!
Expanders are expanding. Won't bore you with it all. Very slow process, but it's keeping moving along. Hopefully finished with expansion in about a month, then I get a few months rest till the implants.
Oh, little aside to all who did chemo. I had my cholesterol checked last week. It's higher than it should be. Not dangerous, but I'd prefer to get it down. Now, research - as far as I can find, chemo can raise chol, but tamoxifen then reduces it. Femara/Letrosole raises it. Menopause raises chol. In my case I think it's a combination. Chemo can raise it, but tam didn't work for me as a cancer block, so maybe it didn't do the counter chol thing either. Then, since April 2009 I've been gradually going into menopause, now full on in by Zoladex, and I'm on Femara. I eat way too much cheese and although I'm veggie I don't pay too much attention to low fat eating although I don't do junk food very often, or pastry, or butter, and I was using a well known brand of chol reducing marg. I have to admit to more wine than the recommended, and although I walk dogs every day I don't do 'hard' workouts. My waist measurement (I'm an apple) is higher than the recommended. So - what I'm saying is, might be worth a chol check. In my case I am now on a well known brand of chol reducing drink, have cut the fat back, including cheese only once week (I'm suffering here!!!!!), and once I get used to that I'm cutting the wine back and getting into some serious 3 x a week workouts. Consequently my waist measurement should come down too.
I suppose it's just one of the shed load of things we have to deal with, but better sooner than later on this one!
So the weather's rubbish. But stormy weather is what Storm Riders do best!
Love to all.
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Not experienced them (chemo/rads last year), but knew about the risks. There's a list of side effects and late effects as long as your arm. The oncs don't tend to want to discuss that, because they want you to do chemo etc and hopefully not die very soon. I regarded it as "save me now, I'll deal with anything else later." And it's not like the late effects happen as a matter of course. It's all about weighing up risks. Chemo/rads/hormones seems like a good risk to me when I'm sitting here in my 40s and would like to make it to my 60s at least!
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Bummer Clare, but you're on the right track. Bring on that Monday and get it sorted! Have to admit I keep scanning my scar lines and feeling the old oxters (keep bumping into the edge of the expanders which is a bit wierd...) I reckon it'll take a long time before we really can just put this in the background, but ride fast and free anyway. That day will come. 🙂
Sorry to hear you're having a blip there Victoria, but you're taking positive steps about it. Ride on!
Expanders expanding - jings but it's a slow process, and it's not all smooth mounds growing. All folds and wrinkles and requirements to wear thick jumpers to disguise it all. Good job it's autumn! Had a heck of a job finding costumes for the last two shows that disguised it all. At least for panto I'll be at full expansion, so hopefully most of the wrinkles will be out. Can but hope.
Ovaries coming out mid December. Annual check up January. It would be really nice to get the all clear this time! 🙂
Ride well Storm Riders - I want to hear whoops, yeehaas, and laughter rolling across those skies!
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Not the same, but 8 weeks post mastectomy and tissue expander insertion I have a rash like thing near the left port, and pinkness over the lower part of the tissue expander, again left. The right side is fine.
We're treating it as an infection, with antibiotics, and it is getting better, although to be honest I'm not sure the antibiotics are doing it.
Nobody has a clue what it is really, but it hasn't flared up into cellulitis type red and swollen, my temp is fine.
No idea really.
Hope yours is better. Sorry I didn't see this earlier.
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Love you all.
This is in response to Theresa's situation. No idea, because I only read here, what happened. I'm just a throwing in a Steel Wild Card. It can be deleted. I'm not meaning any offence to anybody.
Whoooeeee! Steel slides in through the door, back flips over the bar, and skids to a halt under the beer barrel. Flips the keg key, froths a glass, and legs it back over the bar onto her favourite stool.
What the blinkin' heck has been going on here! Goddarn it can't a gal take a break without the flippin' coyote pissin' all over the street and causing the gas lights to go out! (the energy logistics of that one don't quite work, but I was on a roll.....)
Out of the docs today. In since last Thursday. Faulty expander replaced. Back on that ol' meandering highway with Runner here.
Right, as Steel lays here on her back, head cushioned by a good ol' rock, listening to the creek over thar just trinklin' and a trummin' over the pebbles, watching them stars movin' lazy like through those heavens... Well, she's been thinking' some. And ye'm she's been here, down in ol' Determination, listenin'.
Y'all know I've not been around much. We all knew it'd change. Dang, but didn't we sit round the campfire as we all moseyed all in to town. Didn't we splash the coffee on the Old One's table many a night, and recognise that things would change. And didn't we all talk all them times about the bond, about how the Storm Riders ride. Goddammit! (And I'm strikin' the table here!), we all came through the desert. We rode through the pass. We have all been marked. And that mark is our honour Storm Riders.
Bear with me. Been lying under the beer barrel for a touch too long since Doc let me off his table. But... Here's the thing.
I'm sensing, Steel is sensin', that we have forgotten what it is to ride the storm, the way we used to ride it. Where are those "Whoop Whoop Whoop - yeehaaa"s. Go for your guns SRs, find the storm, leap up on your horse's back, throw back your arms, let the rain thunder down on your upturned face, feel the drum of yourhorse's heart as you hold on with your thighs, you knees, and yell up at the storm clouds.
I don't want to put words into your mouths, so I'm just going to yell out now what I yell, every day, every goddarnit day, because I love the feel of it my throat...
YEEESSSSSSSS! BRING IT ON! THROW DOWN THE RAIN, THE LIGHTENING. ROLL THAT THUNDER!!! I AM A STORM RIDER. I RIDE THE STORM. I DO NOT GIVE UP.
Ahem... i didn't mean by that, that anybody should feel they have to keep posting here. It could take me all night to edit it and get it the way I mean it, and it would still be wrong. Let's suffice it to say:
We are Storm Riders. We do this ride out to Normality, which is the second hardest ride of our life (the ride to Determination being teh hardest, obviously!...:DD), we do it individually, the way we need to. But we also do it knowing that whether it is here or by some other media, we do not do it alone.
Good luck Storm Riders.
Not that you need it. Storm Riders make their own luck, by dint of their courage, their focus, their goddarnit Determination.
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Boysoboysoboys but do you lot get up to stuff! Scottish Val, what a time of it. HUG CITY! Victoria, and as someone said - publication!
Eliza - love the Art Deco thing. A friend is having her 40th next week and the dress code is cocktail dress of any era. I'm channelling a 30s vibe (basically 'cos it helps disguise the highly wrinkly flat chested nature of the "boob job" :D). Got a fabulous 1935 pattern for dress with overblouse but thought it was far too much effort considering my shape is changing literally every week. So bought a fabulous 30s (if you squint) dress with short bolero. Going to do that 30s crimp thing with the hair and will hopefully win a 30s evening bag on Ebay shortly. 🙂
Everybody else too. It's impossible these days to keep up, there's so much going on. I've read, I've assimilated, and two vibevilles are heading out there.
1 YEEEHAAAAA! to all that are riding for Normality!
2 YEEEHAAAAA! but with HUMUNGOUS HUGS, to all that are STILL going through the coyote's bottom burps of a time!
Me - can I just set a little teeny thing straight. I did not puncture it!!!!! :DDD Really, what do you think Steel gets up to. Well, ok, probably enought to do the damage, but really, really, she didn't. LOL!
Nope. T'was a doctor. I still have that cesspit stinking, son of a rotten skunk seroma (although to be fair it's going down now). Anyhow, during aspirations, one of the miriad of doctors managed to puncture the expander. Could I sue? A friend did indeed raise the matter of compensation. Would I? Like hell I would! Life (otherwise spelt as s**t) happens. Getting it replaced early November. The whole thing is sent to try Steel's patience. Well I can tell you now. Steel is up to anything the Boss can throw at her, and then some. So bring it on you varminty buggarts!.
Oh, and I am thinking of you all, even if that last bit did sound a tad like me, Me, MEEEE!
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Yeehaa! TOO rides out! Excellent news.
Will attempt to get the next instalment up this weekend SRs.
Meanwhile, confirmed today that the right expander bag has indeed been punctured, so that's me under the knife again for a replacement. Typical! If anybody's gonna get hit with the prickly end of the cactus, it's me. 😄 So, keeping going with expansion the left side. I'll spare you the details, but getting the creases in the left expander smoothed out will really help... And I have a cunning plan regarding scarf wearing that should disguise the fact that I'll be totally lopsided for a while. Makes you creative, this cancer lark!
Right side replacement will be in about 2 months time, then recovery, then, oh heck, ya da ya da - whole process extended by the time it takes to plan a dangnabbit decent stage coach heist!
Hugs to all.
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I had my bi-lat 4 weeks ago with expanders inserted at the same time. Obviously many months away from your situation, unfortunately 'cos these expanders damn well hurt at the moment! Onwards and upwards! 🙂
I would say your guy is giving you a worst case. For my bi-lat I was supposed to only be in for three days, but my drains kept draining so they kept me in for a week until between me and surgeon we agreed it was getting to be a bit of nonsense and I went home without drains. Still going in twice a week because of seroma. I would say your guy is covering himself for that kind of excessive drainage. When I get my permanent implants I am expecting to be in overnight or at worst two nights, but given my current situation with seroma I wouldn't be surprised if it all starts over. However, next time I will know to say "hey guys, I get lots of fluid, I get seroma, I will come in twice a week, LET ME OUT!".
Not sure if that helps, but best of luck however it works. 🙂
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Jessie kiddo, the chemo will be a dawdle for an SR like you. Saddle up and go find a storm to whoop it up under. It'll be over before you know it, in that "every second is a year, and yet where did the year go" kind of a way we're all familiar with. 🙂
Di - boat - excellent idea - loving it!
Nicky - I'm going to bore the pants off everyone and use the same line again - better out than in. 😉
Theresa - born on Frankenstein's lab table perhaps? You do manage to keep coming up with something to keep the dinner guests entertained. You really ought to turn this into some kind of after dinner humourous story thing and make yourself a fortune, like Clinton and Blair. 😄 😄
Val - keep us updated TOO. Hugs.
Meanwhile, I'm going to go hug my seroma to sleep. Tried on one of about a gazillion sports bras I got for this today, and I reckon it's coming in as a small B cup! Can't wear the bra though - cuts in at the port. Hope they don't try and make me wear one. Ouch City. Oy Vey!
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Val, keep a weather eye to the horizon. There's a posse of Storm Riders coming full pelt towards Haven. Good job that's where you're holed up - good healing there for whatever it is, even if you end up just needing a bit of R&R after a nasty shock! 🙂
Seroma still in full flow here, but I had my first inflation on the left side yesterday. Not that you'd notice. 50ml doesn't do a lot! Right side has to wait as there was a bit of a complication that needs investigating. Worst case, I have to go under and get the expander on that side replaced. Best case, everything's ok and I expand next week. Constantly in discomfort. Most unpleasant thing I've ever done, and that's after doing 7 months of chemo last year, so that's saying something.
Hugs to all. I am trying to keep up with you all. Go Storm Riders!
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Annoyingly still building fluid from the op. Dangnabbit varminty boss's boys have clipped me with a wing shot!
Anyway, moving into the final phases of the Storm Rider story. Enjoy!
And welcome to Jessie, the lastest SR. We'll get you bunked down, re-ammo'd and ready for the fight. 😄
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Haven was a place of wonders. It was a centre of peace and healing, and even the attempted cattle raid couldn’t spoil the quiet serenity of the town. Log cabins, tepees, wooden shacks, canvas tents, roundhouses, they sprawled together across the prairie in no visible order, and yet creating a sense of community lost in most places.
Jack welcomed the Storm Riders in and they spent the next few days in happy respite from the devilish doings of the Boss. Tallulah found a particular interest in the power of Jack’s voice. Jack was a singer too and had been for as long as she could remember. Where Tallulah’s voice healed, Jack’s brought peace. To hear it was to lose all anger, all bitterness, and find calmness in the storm. Jack and Tallulah took to singing together in the evenings, letting their melodies interweave until the harmony of the two resonated over Haven. The shaman listened to their song and smiled. It was good. It was strong. It was the song that would be needed soon.
And all too soon it seemed the Storm Riders looked back over their shoulders and waved goodbye to the Old One where she stood at the edge of Haven with her friend Jack. She would be happy there, and soon Calypso and Quest would ride back to Haven to make their home there. But for now…
“Ride out!” yelled Mule. Blackjack snapped the wagon reins and the posse of Storm Riders headed back to Determination, wagon packed full of medicines, food and some pretty potent libations that Calam and Bilbo had traded for with an old bootlegger who just happened to have set up in town – well, every place should have a bit of moonshine to help the medicine go down!
“Bound to be a party sometime soon,” reasoned Calam as she masked a boozy hiccup behind a leather gloved hand. Bilbo swayed slightly in the saddle and tipped her finger to her hat in agreement. Up ahead Mule and PonchoCat rode side by side, faces grim.
“Whaddya reckon?” growled Ponchocat.
“Reckon as how we’ve got less time that we thought” grunted back Mule. “The darkness is moving fast. I hope the others have been watching it”
And as if it heard them the dark mass swelled out over Black Canyon, rolling in the direction of Determination. Thicker than a pea soup fog, the morbid blackness pulled at the edges of your soul if your gaze lingered too long. Smokey tendrils drifted out from the edges, poxing the land where it touched. The Maelstrom rode the darkness, and as Steel and Riviera stood watch at the yard fence back in Determination, they could feel through their core the deep, malevolent drumming of hooves that belonged to nothing of this earth. They spun on their heels and headed for the bunkhouse where the others were cleaning their guns.
“We’re heading up to Sheriff Dan’s” said Steel. “’Bout time we told him what’s coming. We’re all going to be needed for this fight.”
“Me and Nancy are heading over to the Boss’s place in a bit,” said Scotia. “ He’s the key to this, so we thought we’d see if we can find out anything to help.”
“Yep,” said Nancy, “If that wiley son of a coyote is hatching anything, we want to get ahead of it. We’ve been battling this for long enough. Time to get this done.”
“Be careful,” warned Riviera, “He’s past his usual mischief. This is Maelstrom territory now. They’ll have a grip on him and he won’t be…hmm.. shall we say, himself.”
Some of the others looked puzzled. “I don’t get you Riviera,” said Caledonia with a frown.
Steel cleared her throat. “Some us have been around long enough to have come up against what’s left of the Maelstrom these last thousand years or so. It’s probably about time for a quick catch up for the rest of you. Ok, Rose,” she said, “go fetch Dan and his deputies down here instead. And let’s get some coffee going. This is going to be a long night.”
Rose strode to the kitchen door and pulled it open. “Woah!” she yelped and jumped back. “Goddang, but you gave me a fright! Eh, well, welcome, whoever you are.”
The rest looked round, and standing in the doorway was an exhausted looking figure. Face streaked with mud and sweat, jacket torn, gloves ripped, and behind her a horse almost dead on its feet. Nancy jumped past her. “Got your horse kiddo, get in there and sit down.” And she leapt off the veranda to lead the staggering animal to food, water and rest.
The newcomer took a step forward, stumbled, and fell into Tumbleweed. Strong arms gripped her and helped her to the Old One’s armchair in the corner.
“Careful there, take it easy,” urged Tumbleweed, and Scotia brought over hot, sweet coffee. “Where you come from that you’re all beat up like this?” she asked.
Riviera let out a grumph, “I can tell you. She just rode through the edge of the Maelstrom’s cloak.” She looked sternly at the rider. “Didn’t your mom ever tell you to steer clear of strange dark places?”
“Sorry, I needed to get here. I wasn’t paying attention. I’ve been through the desert, saw this place from the mountain pass, and I had to keep going. I hit the edge before I knew it was there. Almost pulled us over into the canyon. I’ve ridden my poor damn horse near to death to get away from that blackness. I’m out of ammo…” she coughed and started to shiver. “The name’s Jessie by the way. Any chance I could just pass out for a bit.” And, not waiting for permission, she did.
“Get her into a bed,” ordered Steel. “Might as well line us up another Storm Rider for the last fight.”
“Em, can I just ask,” said Rose, raising her hand tentatively. “I know we’re all like, Storm Riders and such, and we’re pretty damn special, and we’ve all been marked, and we’ve ridden the storms, and well, you know, we’re kind of heroic and all, but,” and she looked a bit nervous at the thought of even voicing the next bit, “but, is this a fight we can win?”
“Hell yes!” shouted Scotia, “and when we do it, we’re doing it on full stomachs. Budge out the road, let me at that stove!”
The mood lightened considerably as the fire came up in the firebox and from somewhere in the attic above came the unmistakable sounds of somebody foraging for the last bottles of the Old One’s best vintage elderflower, and a couple of kegs of last year’s cider.
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Hi there chickadees, I'm back.
Just a quickie to say I got back an hour or so ago. Sore, swollen, tired, and need to go rest up again, but they let me out at last. Totally flat chested, but the wounds are healing well. All I need to keep fingers crossed for is that the fluid still flowing absorbs and doesn't seroma on me.
Catch up later.
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Just to say thanks for all the vibes, and I'll let you know how it goes as soon as I can. Don't know when I'll get out, but hoping for the weekend. In tomorrow afternoon, on the table all of Thursday morning.
Hugs to everyone else waiting for ops, results and all the stuff we still have to deal with.
Right, off to clear out the bra drawer - won't be needing those melon holders any more! 😄
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Helen, I've missed something somewhere about you going in for an op. What is it?
Gen, let us know what's happening as soon as you can kiddo.
Nicky, bummer! But better out than in as they say. I'm going to quiz my surgeon about a hyst too. I'd rather they just got rid of everything.
Hope you get your results soon Theresa.
Thanks for all the positive vibes for next week. I go in on Wed. Picked up a nice new dressing gown today, and decided to treat myself to a Jigsaw skirt and top while I was there - top in a smaller size too! Well, got to lift the old spirits and all that! 🙂
Oh, that's all the chemo weight gone. Yeehaa! Now I tackle the rest.
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Stay strong Libs. I have a lump in my scar at the moment, which the surgeon thinks (from a telephone conversation) is likely to just be an undissolved stitch. She's going to cut it away next week. Best thing is just to get it checked. It could well turn out just to be a spot. The skin is so messed up round the scar area I think it's difficult for it to keep smooth. I've had ingrown hairs, wee spots that can't get out easily because the pore is turned in the way. TMI! I know.
And what's all this about "is this it for me". C'mon now kiddo, get Nancy's grit kicked into play. One step at a time. Like Val says, a recurrence in the scar or skin is just cut out like any other one.
Sorry Libs, confusing you with the other Libs, but the support remains the same. Come back and let us know.
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I'm a ponytail gal too, as long as it's full, well kept, and comes with hair on top. However, my new cutie is shorn, and looks very good too. Going extremely well, but I'm keeping my feet firmly on the ground. However, between mastectomy and the utter fear of meeting my cutie, I am at last on the diet and exercise track. Only 3 pounds of chemo flab left to get rid off, then I'll start working on the rest!
Op date is 22nd Helen. I go in on the 21st though. Goodness knows why. Just another dangnabbit night in hospital as far as I can see. I could easily just turn up at 8am for prep, but they want me in.
I'm sitting here procrastinating. Got three vile reports to do and I can't be bothered. Ho hum, get a grip, get it done...
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