Monday 19 May 2008

Legalese and Medical Jargon

For legal reasons, several major events in my life in the past 6 months were un-bloggable... a few were even un-speakable to friends. These legalities ranged from difficult trials in both my life and the lives of loved ones, really exciting turning points in my life that needed to be fully "turned" before I could speak publicly about them (almost completely revolved! stay tuned!), and, most recently, one bizarre day that can only (legally) be summed up by saying: "It involved an eye patch, feathers, a confidentiality agreement and half a dozen cases of grappa."

And now, I'm simply blogging to say... I won't be blogging again anytime soon. I am headed into surgery in almost exactly 36 hours. I've been planning this operation -- or rather these operations -- for a very long time and am extremely excited that they are finally coming to fruition as they will help me to manage with several of the health problems that tax my day-to-day living and ability to function the most. They won't cure my cancer but they sure will make me a more comfortable, happier person. I've saved for these operations for over 2 years and had to make a lot of sacrifices (ahem, like working on a computer with a haunted keyboard rather than buying a new one) and am beyond excited to finally be here.

Here being... getting a pacemaker put in on Wednesday to help regulate a heartbeat that has been unbelievably mucked up by a decade of illness, surgeries, treatments and physical pain...

And then on Thursday... getting my hip bone replaced that has been eroded and cracked by tumor for the past 5 1/2 years.

And while we're at it... having my annual stomach tumor "maintenance" since those buggers just don't seem to want to go away.

And I might just get a pedicure.

Whenever I talk about these upcoming procedures, I feel like I'm sitting around playing canasta with my friends at the nursing home and that I should start complaining about the warm applesauce they serve in the dining hall and how my kids never come to visit me anymore. 'Cause nothing screams sexy 30-year-old like "I just got a hip replacement and a pacemaker." Yum, yum, get me some... with a side of ben-gay ointment.

For those of you who want gorier details, you'll be able to find them out at www.twitter.com/isahrai/ where my friends Brit and Bethany will be posting updates. 'Cause they had nothing better to do for their vacations than fly to Guadalajara and sit in a hospital waiting room.... and give me pedicures, of course.

I've been Twittering for a while (although recent attempts at doing so via my Blackberry were somehow lost in the ethers...working on remedying that today). I will keep at the "Tweets" and will, someday, when I'm back in the land of "Legally able to speak about my life AND not in the hospital AND doing something interesting" I'll start Quixoticizing again as well. And who knows, I might even return a phone call before the end of 2008. But I'm certainly not holding my breath... the breathing tube they're going to shove down my throat will do the breathing anyways.

Update: As of 9:30 Monday night, I have the 5 most recent Tweets popping up on my blog but for more comprehensive coverage, stay tuned to my Twitter homepage or subscribe to updates via instant and/or text message. (See website for how to activate your IM or mobile phone.) It really isn't as scary as it sounds!

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