So, my friends want to know what my surgery is tomorrow, no secrets amongst friends, I will tell that tale.
Every year I attend that thing that squishes the human boobs to something that is flatter than a pancake, smiling. Men if you want to even go there, picture yourselves being squished, in that part that may be similar in shape to the breast of a woman, are you cringing yet? Better start to cringe, this is an evil thing
, but oh so necessary, smiling. Thankin' my lucky stars above that my boobs are not enormous, not too much to squish flat, smiling.
Anyways, something showed up, nothing of any real concern, but something that needed to be checked out. The appointment at the hospital was made, they froze my breast and inserted a plunger in it (along with a camera to find the spot, wish some kind of ultrasound apparatus, no clue what they do in there, but I bet it is fun, think they are all saditst) to plunger out some flesh, ouch!!! Even though the boob was frozen, I could feel the pressure, no pain. OK, OK, so here I am ramblin', you know me, you shouldn't have asked, I now need to write a book to get my point across, eeeks!!!....I went home, expecting some uncomfortableness, the woman told me that I would feel like someone punched me in the chest. When the freezing went out, I was expecting this punch feeling, but I never thought it would be the punch of the Jolly Green Giant, hurt for days, and the pain was like from the inside out, not the inside in, go figure that.
Things going well in my life, feeling good, the doctor had told me a few days later that the biopsy thing was OK, there was some minor crystalization, but that was nothing bad. BUT....I still needed to see the "other" specialist, that appointment was made and attended. This "other" specialist told me that the results of the biopsy we benign for breast cancer. What he did not like was that within the biopsied part there was no crystals. Guess if it was normal tissue there would have been some crystals in there as well.
He wanted me to go to the breast surgeon to get things better checked out. Now get this, this is the weird part.
I have to go to the hospital and with an x-ray machine of some sort they have to place metal pin in my boob so the surgeon knows where the hunk'o'flesh is that he needs to remove, which will be awhile after the insertion of the pin, so figure that one. No clue why they can't do that immediately after the insertion. Oh well. Guess they know what they are doing. So, evidently this piece'o'boob that they are going to remove is about the size of a golf ball, now seriously, I wish that I did have bigger boobs. In response to a query that I gave to the surgeon, he told me that the incision will be small, the hunk of flesh removed will be about the size of a golf ball, it will not alter the shape of the boob, good, that would be a bummer, an incision I can deal with, cool, I have a couple of those already for different surgeries and that doesn't bug me.
The surgeon told me that I would have to have someone pick me up, I would not be in much shape for driving, guess I should listen -- something that I don't do well -- I really don't like people telling me what to do, smiling.
I imagine that I am going to be kind of wonky for that day, which is tomorrow. And I imagine there is going to be a fair degree of after-pain as well. THerefore, no clue where I will be at. I know that I am emotionally just fine, tough ol'cookie that I am. If I need some emotional help, well, the best man in the world, the love of my life, is only a breath away, this man is my Husband.
So, friends, that is my tale, it is an intricate one, that took a long time for you to read, I apologize, but you know me, that ramblin' gal. Have a most wonderful and awesome day, life, love this life and be grateful, great health. Cindi