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Friday, May 11, 2012

Legs Monday May 7 2012
Today my legs were as small as they are going to get, and in the parlance of LymphedemaLand, I have "stabled out", meaning my legs are neither shrinking nor growing. That means that next week, barring some objection from the doctor, whom I see Tuesday, next week is my last week of weekday therapy. 


A week from today, I will be discharged from treatment and sent home wearing compression stockings. It may take another week or so to get my nighttime compression wear. I plan to buy it myself if delivery will be sooner. Bandaging is bulky and when it gets really hot I assume it will be very uncomfortable.

Wednesday, May 02, 2012

Preparations for Maintenance

I ordered these pairs of socks so that I can do yoga in compression stockings, which would slip on the wood floors of the yoga studio. 


Maintenance is approaching, and I will be thrilled to be in that phase of treatment, although it will probably be annoying to have to wear compression stockings daily, especially in the extreme heat of our summers. It definitely beats the alternative though, which would be letting the lymphedema go untreated and possibly progress to worse conditions.

May Day and Memories

My May Day consisted of a simple realization that we are in the very height of Spring. In this climate the weather is in the 80s, and last night we had a lovely cool breeze, an indigo sky with bright puffy clouds, and perfect humidity.


When I was in grade school, we had a yearly procession, in which we girls all wore white dresses and flower circlets in our hair. The boys wore suits and ties, and we all lined up, then walked, singing hymns to Mary, to a grotto dedicated to her, and the May Queen would crown her statue with a circlet of flowers like ours.


One thing I did like about growing up Catholic was that honoring of the Great Mother, although they never admitted her divinity, as they did with the Father and the Son.


Another memory is of my sister Betsy coming home from the hospital with Mother, and the two of them on the window seat in the dining room, covered with a peach-colored satin quilt. Betsy had red hair even then, and the sun was shining in. Outside the window were lilacs in bloom.