Ok, so we went. the PDAS was in full swing today. I was jittery, my legs were numb, my chest was tight, and I was light-headed. After the appointment, I was ready to skip to the truck singing. My husband has bad knees, so I didn't. Still, naming the affliction has helped me laugh at myself and move along. My blood pressure is normally 110/60 or something similar. At the beginning of the appointment, it was 141/67. LOL What a moron.
Anyway, I was told that I do NOT need chemo before surgery. That was a glorious thing that made the heavens open up and made me have jazz hands. Not really, but almost. She (the oncologist) and the surgeon want me to have an EKG and another thing. I thought I heard Pet CT and then I doubted myself and thought I only heard CT and Kevin thought he may have heard both. Yes, we are freaking out, but whatever it is, I have to have it. That's fine. Tests don't make me get PDAS.
After those tests, I'll see the surgeon again. I could be cut upon in less than 2 weeks. I'm OK with that. I'm ready. After surgery, she said we'd start chemo in a month or so. We both questioned that. Ummm, if you get it all (I'm opting for mastectomy, based on the size of the tumor) and the lymph node you take is clear, why would you do chemo?
Her answer was that there could be that "one cancer cell" that has moved on. Ummm...you want to put poison in my body "just in case?" We'll decide later, but I'm not sure at this point. If they say they got it all and the lymph nodes are clear, jazz hands WILL come out again. I'm just sayin'.
Today, I am fine. I still feel great, and get to continue to feel great until surgery. That was an amazing thing to hear. That was almost as good as "Insurance pays for reconstruction." Not quite, but almost. Come on! You know you have it in you! Jazz hands, everyone!