The Waiting Game

The Waiting Game

🌼 Date: Friday, March 27, 2026

⚡ Energy: Morning Routine Meets Medical Limbo

❤️‍🩹 Status: Waiting (my least favorite sport)

😒 Outlook: Answers Coming Monday

Our new morning routine is officially a thing now.

First, we wake up Miss Maizy.
Then both puppies go outside.

Then it’s breakfast time for the girls.
Then… back outside again.

Apparently when you are 5 pounds of adorable, your bladder schedule runs the household.

Once the puppies were squared away, it was time for my normal morning ritual.

Temperature check.
Protein-packed fruit smoothie.
Then my medicine.

I’ve discovered that if I have something in my stomach before taking my meds, I don’t feel nearly as nauseous. Even though chemo is finished, there are still plenty of days where the nausea decides to hang around like an unwanted house guest.

I guess I assumed once chemo was done, the side effects would pack up and leave too.

Yeah… apparently that’s not how this works.

So this morning I called the plastics department about the foob situation from last night.

When I was explaining the pain under my expander, I told the nurse it felt like when the underwire in your bra breaks and starts poking you.

She understood immediately.

Which honestly made the conversation way easier than trying to answer the usual questions like:

“Is it dull?”
“Is it sharp?”
“Does it radiate?”

Sometimes the best medical descriptions are just:

“It feels like a broken underwire stabbing me.”

Unfortunately my plastic surgeon wasn’t in today, but another surgeon was covering. The nurse said she would run my symptoms by him to see if I needed to come in right away or if it could wait until Monday.

And then came the worst part…

Waiting.

Waiting for them to call back.
Waiting to hear if something is wrong.
Waiting to know if I should be worried or not.

Finally the nurse called back with the update.

The surgeon didn’t think it sounded urgent enough to be seen today.

So now I have an appointment scheduled for Monday at 11:00 AM.

Which means…

Now I wait.

And if there’s one thing this whole cancer journey has taught me, it’s that waiting might be the hardest part of all of it.

But in the meantime, I’ll focus on the things I can control today:

Two tiny Yorkie girls.
A cozy house.
And learning the daily schedule of a brand-new princess.

Because sometimes the best medicine for your brain…

Is a 5-pound distraction with ears.

💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time