Thursday, March 15, 2012
Because there are two tumors, several cm apart, a lumpectomy would be difficult, so the surgeon seemed to be leaning toward mastectomy. I guess that would solve the gravity-with-age issue, huh? If radiation is involved, it would be EVERY week day for SIX weeks, on the plaza (which is about 50 miles from home, as opposed to the 40 I drive for work.) If there is chemo, the hair will go.
There are some ego-type thoughts going on here. I know it's temporary, but it's concerning, nonetheless. Don't judge me. I have cancer! LOL Radiation involves a ton of long trips to KC that will likely make me feel like crap. If I lose one or both breasts, will insurance help with reconstruction? I doubt it, but I'll check. If I lose my hair, do I go with bandannas, hats, or scarves? None of those match my T-shirt and jeans style. OK, enough about those fears. Whatever it takes to make me stay alive will be what I do, and I leave that to the skilled professionals dealing with this mess.
They sent me home with a ton of information to read. It's not the lame type brochure you see in Dr's offices, either. It's real, good, well-done stuff. As I went through it tonight (skimming) I was quite impressed. My boss is being super great about what needs done. I'll inform my customers (who don't already know....Michelle Brown stalks me on FB, LOL) soon, so they'll know that there are times I'm gone.
To end on a light note, I'll give you some wonderful quotes from the day, uttered by my husband Kevin:
"Wow. Cancer ain't for pussies or po' folks, huh?"
"I got cancer, and all I got was this lousy handbag."
"I want you to know, I have not bought ONE gun that has cost as much as this cancer has cost us already."
When the Dr. said, "I've done all the talking, I want to hear you say something." Kevin said, "Shit!?"