Well, get up at 5 ish, take my morning medication, do half an hour of physio, then change the bandages on my feet including painting toe nails black.
Ice packs on knees for a while to try and bring swelling down.
Check mastectomy scars.
False boobs need careful and time consuming adjustments to fit in with the swelling on the scar today, to look natural they need to match, so if one scar is more swollen that the other, that boob needs flattening or it will be more prominent. Also, careful inspection of whatever points were chafing yesterday, and adjustments to protect those points today.
Breakfast... well I have to eat something but I cant eat too soon after medication, so it is a balancing act - and I sometimes get it wrong, try to rush and am sick, or else leave it too late and am gulping it down at speed.
Write note for friend who will pop in later to do the little jobs I can't manage - today I have asked her to empty the bin and close bathroom window. Both jobs combined would have taken me about 3 minutes in total a few years ago, now I have to wait until someone comes to help. I also cant change my bed clothes, but don't want to give her 3 jobs in one day.
Getting dressed, I have a very narrow range of clothing I can use, My wardrobe is still full of all my old clothes, but I really should be getting rid of them. I can wear soft, stretchy clothing only, that needs no twisting of arms to do up. I also can only wear soft shoes, a size bigger than I used to be. Socks or tights are chosen for looseness.
No rings because they can cause lymphedema, no necklaces because the mastectomy scars can't tolerate them. i used to wear them all every day. now I can't even always wear my work lanyard, and have an exemption from wearing it every day.
Inspect finger nails, glue, tape and repaint any that are splitting
Pack my bag, including sick bag in case I am sick on the way, folding walking stick, and "boob bag" in case I need to remove false boobs during the working day. I cant use a back pack or a shoulder bag because of the scars. It is a carrier bag or nothing
Once out of the door I do the scar massage in a secluded spot in my front garden. I find it easier and less messy to do when I am dressed and out of the door, rather than trying to get dressed and handle the door and key with cream all over my hands. This way it is absorbed before I next need to use my hands again.
Set off using walking stick, but need to be careful not to lean to heavily on my arms as they are weak, but need stick to get up hill. It is pretty much even stevens every day, whether I get up the hill or not before my arms wear out and I have to fold the stick away.
go a mile and a half out of my way to first stop for bus, as this is my best chance of avoiding infections by opening the window i am sitting next to without an argument. On the way home I cant do that, and have been yelled at twice in the last two day on the way home on the bus- one woman threatened to push me over because I wanted the seat being taken up by her child's toy, and one who yelled at me because I was limping to a seat and she wanted me to move faster.
Every day people tell me I look well, and it is good to see I have recovered. And how well I can walk now, without the stick (while I am desperate to get it out and lean on it to save my leg joints, but don't have the strength in my arms to)
They don't see what a struggle it is to get out every day, and they don't see that I spend the weekends asleep.
Don't get me wrong, I am happy to be alive, but I do get a bit annoyed at some of the comments from other people in real life, and on mumsnet.