Tag: Breast

Party to the table

Boy is it HOT!  The news had called for 100 degrees today but  I think we only made it to 97 :-).  By 11am it was 90. People get cranky when it gets this hot…sweaty cranky people everywhere …..oh well what can you do.

Time is moving right along now.  This coming weekend is the last of my “party to the operating table”.  Not nearly as wild as last week!  Saturday starts with Megan’s piano recital where she will play Beethoven’s “Fur Elise”.  I will post a you tube link!  Then my brother and sister-in-law are coming for a BBQ.  The kids love to see their cousins.

Today was all about tie-dye shirts and swimming.  We had some mixed results on the shirts but for the most part not too bad.  I personally am happy that craft is over and am not planning to revisit it anytime in the near future!

I find that I am amazingly calm.  I look at the calendar and am fully aware how close the mastectomy is now but instead of fear, nerves or and other negative feeling I am instead  calm and a bit relieved.  After all of this time it is almost over, finally!  I know there will be pain but I have a pretty high threshold and am sure that the doctors will supply something nice for it.  The mental relief of it being over…will be worth the pain.

What a day

What a morning.  As I continue my party to the operating room agenda, I had a big reality check this morning…I am not a young party animal anymore!  We had friends over last evening and had a great time as did the kids.  They watched movies and played all night in the basement until one by one they all fell asleep. MY mix of B-52’s and beer made for an extremely rough morning the likes of which I don’t think I have seen since college…nor do I plan on repeating any time soon!  It was a great time though!

Happy Fathers day to my husband.  The kids have kept him busy all day washing the car then reading together under the willow tree.  Very cute!  Then wrapped up the afternoon going for ice cream…for dinner.  Not an activity I would normally approve of but hey..guess once in a while it can’t hurt.

I did finally talk to the girls today.  I did not tell them more than they really needed to know.  I stressed that I was not sick and by doing this would not get sick.  They reacted according to their normal personalities..Madison started talking loud and fast and running up and down the hall way between questions.  I will need to keep an eye on her.  It is still processing in her little 5-year-old brain.  She did tell me that she did not want to visit me in the hospital because of what happened last year.  She said it scared her and she did not want to go back.  I told her that I fully understood.

Megan on the other hand is my worrier .  She tried to be tough until I told her that it was alright to tell me what she was thinking.  Then the tears came.  Lots of hugs between questions.  She seems fine now.  I guess we will take it day by day.

We are now just 2 weeks away from the mastectomy.  Wow..almost hard to wrap my head around.  After a year of biopsy, scans, appointments and worry we are almost there.  Finally!  I can not wait until it is over!

20 days….

Each passing day brings us one day closer.  I can’t believe we are at the 20 day mark.

So, back when I started this blog I made a statement, about revisiting the brave vs. scared thing.  So, 20 days out am I scared?  Thankfully I still say no.  I may be a bit more nervous since I am more familiar with both the surgery and recovery.  I worry about something going wrong during the Mastectomy.  Maybe when they cut they may find something.  I also worry about the reconstruction.  Will there be a vascular problem?  Infection?  The biggest concern continues to be that of how my girls will handle the fact that I will not come home for several days.   Mommy is a superhero.  How will they handle seeing mommy sidelined for a while?  And lastly…how long is that while? I will say that although I worry about these things, I am in no way consumed with them.  I am really at peace right now about the entire thing.

I plan on talking to the girls over the weekend.  They know something is going on at this point.  Two doctors appointments in 2 weeks and the bruise I still have from the blood work.  Tonight we came home from softball games to a message confirming my appointment on Wednesday with the plastic surgeon.  It announced that it was from the department of surgery.  The call ID on it was a woman’s name…had I known I would never have played it with them there.

Anyway, that’s it for now.  Today I am thankful for the end of softball season!