I got nin-jured

Halloween at Brett's parent's house

(Liz is on the left, Brett is on the right)

I started my 9th month of Temodar (chemo) on Tuesday.

My work had a Halloween costume contest on Thursday and I wanted to win. I wore my ninja costume and when it came to judging time I did my best to show off and act ninja-like. This included me swinging a ninja sword, performing jump-kicks, and somersaulting into a fighting pose.

All was going well until the somersault, during which I dislocated my right shoulder when my hands hit the ground. If you've followed this blog for a while you may already know that I dislocate my right shoulder often and it is in need of surgery. The good news is that I am able to pop the shoulder back in myself. The bad news is that the musculoskeletal surgeon isn't willing to operating on me while I am in cancer treatment.

At least, he wasn't willing to do so back in May. But now it is November, I am doing well on chemo, my lab work looks good, and fuckin' a--I want a usable shoulder! What's the point of saving your life and being healthy if you can't go out and enjoy your life? I want to play tennis! I want to do push-ups! I want to work out my arms and look like Jillian Michaels!

Except for the part about Jill, I used to do all these things before my multiple shoulder dislocations.

My frustration isn't about cancer. It is about a stupid shoulder injury that can be fixed. And once it is fixed I can go back to my normal ninja-like activities. Even if I might be on chemo for the rest of life.

This shoulder immobilizer keeps me from looking ninja-cool