So, I’ll just cut to the chase….
After 4 hours of being in Boston to see the doctor about scheduling a surgery date, I’m coming home without a surgery date. SIGH. BIG SIGH.
Good news — my sister Grace was there to keep me in good spirits. She was also there to start a “Liza’s Video Diary” (yes, and fully rubbing in that she has the new iPhone 4 with some serious video capabilities). While it was a fun thing to do with her, I’d be lying if I didn’t mention that a part of me was thinking, “God, is this going to be some weird morbid thing like I die and then she’s happy she recorded this whole journey?” Then, the morbidity passed and we laughed about the time I bought her a cake prior to her mastectomy that said, “BREAST Wishes, Grace!” I’m learning now — 2 years later — that she was totally offended by that cake.
I did have an ultrasound of my ovaries, and I think everything still looks fine – no ovarian cancer. The breast doctor did feel a lump in my right breast that has been there for year now. I first found it when I was pregnant with Evan, immediately was rushed in to see the doctor, had a fine needle aspiration, and kept it under surveillance. A few months ago, they re-imaged it and it didn’t change. Today, the lump is still there, still a weird feeling when they press on it, but they don’t seem to be worried.
The appointment ran so late, unfortunately, that all the support staff in the office left, so I didn’t get a chance to schedule my surgery. Double SIGH. Again.
The surgery date should be coming soon enough. When I mentioned that I was hoping to get in after Thanksgiving/early December, the doctor didn’t seem worried about making that happen.
So, at least the day is almost done. Not quite what I had hoped for, but just another step in this Mb4M journey.
After posting a status update about wanting someone to throw me some Mardi Gras beads for having to bare my breasts today, my good neighbors left this surprise on my car today… thanks Jim and Aleta!
Jokingly, here is Grace throwing the beads after I got into my hospital gown.
After nearly an hour of waiting for the doctor — and over an hour of doing the “Liza’s Video Diary”, I decided to turn the camera on Grace.
Grace, what’s it like for you to be here right now, watching me meeting with the doctors? Does it bring up memories of when you were here just 3 years ago?
Grace responded with, “Sort of.” Something she said really struck me — she said she wished she had taken the support that was given to her both during the surgery but also leading up to the surgery. She said she had kept so busy that she didn’t really take time to reflect on the surgery itself.
Grace did blog during the months leading up, and I went back to read some of it. I barely remember guest-blogging for her, but re-reading was really helpful today. I honestly don’t have too many questions about the surgery after seeing both of my sisters do it, and my close cousin, Joy, just complete her surgery.
Thanks for all the messages of support today! I really needed it!
Peace, love, and breast wishes….