Sleeping In, Sticky Situations & The Sisterhood
🌼 Date: Friday, May 1, 2026
⚡ Energy: Tired, sticky, and slightly annoyed
❤️🩹 Status: First day post-radiation… and my body is still protesting
😑 Outlook: Hoping for healing, relief, and maybe one comfortable shirt
Today was my first official day of sleeping in and not having to go to radiation.
And of course… my body said, “Absolutely not.”
Apparently, after weeks of early mornings, my internal alarm clock has decided this is just who we are now.
So much for that plan.
The good news is, I got to be home all day with my girls.
And let me tell you… they are officially sisters in every sense of the word.
At this point, you can hardly tell where one ends and the other begins.
Gidget has fully stepped into her role as the protective, slightly overbearing big sister. She mothers Maizy like she personally signed up for the job and takes it very seriously.
Meanwhile, Maizy follows Gidget around like she’s the expert in everything and clearly has all the insider information on how this household runs.
If there’s tea to be spilled, Gidget has it.
And Maizy is here for it.
As for me…
My radiation reaction is still very much overachieving.
“Uncomfortable” doesn’t even begin to cover it.
I’ve now added cortisone cream into the mix to help with the itching, and I’m still layering Aquaphor on top to keep some moisture in.
Which sounds great in theory.
In reality?
I am now… sticky.
My left arm has officially started sticking to the side of my body, and my left armpit is basically glued shut unless I physically peel it apart.
Yes. That’s as fun as it sounds.
Getting dressed has turned into its own special kind of challenge.
I still haven’t found a comfortable top to wear.
The nurse suggested I keep wearing the compression tops I’ve been using since I was released from what I lovingly refer to as my maximum-security bras after surgery in October.
The problem is, the armholes rub directly on the sore areas under my arm.
I tried switching to a compression t-shirt, which works okay during the day…
…but at night?
The seams under the arm become tiny little torture devices.
Because apparently even fabric has chosen violence.
So here I am.
Done with radiation.
Officially in recovery.
And somehow still negotiating with my own clothing.
Progress looks different these days.
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