I had my surgical follow-up at JHU Thursday.
Nothing new after the fab pathology report, but I now have my official stage--ONE.
I just missed ZERO because my cells were a tiny bit invasive in the breast tissue and not just ductal.
I now need oncology appointments in both Baltimore (for guidance) and Cumberland (for the actual treatments). The likely scenario is radiology (for certain) followed by some type of drug therapy to discourage more cancer.
We've been at the American Optometric Association meeting for 5 days in Washington, DC. I am ready to go home!
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My dad's house sells on Tuesday after nearly 15 months......goodbye to an era....but hello to less complexity.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Oh, Happy Day! (Spoiler Alert: ANOTHER Mood Swing)
My surgeon just called...the late night worry monster might get a vacation!
The suspense is over regarding pathology...the cancer is gone. There are no margins to trim because there weren't any actual cancer cells left in the lumpectomy tissue--it was apparently all gone with the biopsy tissue removal, weeks ago! My dear surgeon is the mistress of understatement--she says, "It's a nice report."
So--I still need my surgical follow-up and to meet with the oncology folks in the coming days, but the doctor said planning for radiation only is probably a pretty safe bet.
I am weeping...but it's the happy kind.
Tonight, I have the champagne I thought I'd have after my biopsy came back clean. Cheers!
The suspense is over regarding pathology...the cancer is gone. There are no margins to trim because there weren't any actual cancer cells left in the lumpectomy tissue--it was apparently all gone with the biopsy tissue removal, weeks ago! My dear surgeon is the mistress of understatement--she says, "It's a nice report."
So--I still need my surgical follow-up and to meet with the oncology folks in the coming days, but the doctor said planning for radiation only is probably a pretty safe bet.
I am weeping...but it's the happy kind.
Tonight, I have the champagne I thought I'd have after my biopsy came back clean. Cheers!
Topic Shift! See Lisa's brain on overdrive
For those of you asking about my dad and his own set of head issues...
He had a follow up with his plastic surgeon yesterday, and Dr. Carpenter was pleased with how the area looked. He is now cautiously optimistic George's head will heal without the bigger skin graft surgery being necessary.
I told my dad it looks like a dime-size sand trap. The area "inside" now looks the same color as his outer skin--which is much less intimidating. The goal is to have the layers all knit together and heal over. He will continue to have the special dressings every other day--they are treated with silver (?!) to help stimulate healing (Aquacel, I think is the name). He can now have a large band-aid put over the area instead of gauze and tape. The dressings will continue for 6-12 weeks and his next visit is in 8 weeks. It will not be particularly nice-looking, I'm afraid, but it wasn't great before.
He is looking so much better with the extra weight he's gained at assisted living. May I just say how INCREDIBLE the Golden Living ladies are. Having him in a healthy nurturing environment is wonderful.
He had a follow up with his plastic surgeon yesterday, and Dr. Carpenter was pleased with how the area looked. He is now cautiously optimistic George's head will heal without the bigger skin graft surgery being necessary.
I told my dad it looks like a dime-size sand trap. The area "inside" now looks the same color as his outer skin--which is much less intimidating. The goal is to have the layers all knit together and heal over. He will continue to have the special dressings every other day--they are treated with silver (?!) to help stimulate healing (Aquacel, I think is the name). He can now have a large band-aid put over the area instead of gauze and tape. The dressings will continue for 6-12 weeks and his next visit is in 8 weeks. It will not be particularly nice-looking, I'm afraid, but it wasn't great before.
He is looking so much better with the extra weight he's gained at assisted living. May I just say how INCREDIBLE the Golden Living ladies are. Having him in a healthy nurturing environment is wonderful.
Surgery Fog Lifts....Worry settles back in
Jeff and I have stopped sleeping well...and it's not due to the blind, deaf, diabetic, occasionally incontinent, geriatric dog. The nagging late night worry monster is now peeing in our kitchen.
Jeff is swamped at work (2009 has been a lu-lu). His office manager has largely floated off into the ether and his wife has cancer--and she's the same crazy broad. Ouch! Talk about "no rest for the weary."
Lisa is swamped at home with a brain that won't stop functioning like Google on steroids (the real Google can often aggravate this condition, especially at 3:00 AM). I think the out-of-control cell growth is located in my frontal lobe. My brain is lurching through the "If This, Then That" road race, and my poor husband gets to hear my daily sportscast when he gets home from the office.
The good and bad news is this--on Thursday, we get to hear what the next hurdle will be: another surgery?....radiation in a few weeks?....chemo in a few weeks? The answer will be 1, 2 or 3 of those things. I'll jump, damn it, but it might not be graceful.
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On a happier note, breast cancer survivors are everywhere! I keep finding out about the struggles--AND VICTORIES--of women all around me. Weeks ago I was talking about the people around us fighting so many battles--who knew so darn many had breast cancer?
I love to talk to these Breast Warriors looking so healthy and beautiful. They are Kryptonite for the late night worry monster.
Jeff is swamped at work (2009 has been a lu-lu). His office manager has largely floated off into the ether and his wife has cancer--and she's the same crazy broad. Ouch! Talk about "no rest for the weary."
Lisa is swamped at home with a brain that won't stop functioning like Google on steroids (the real Google can often aggravate this condition, especially at 3:00 AM). I think the out-of-control cell growth is located in my frontal lobe. My brain is lurching through the "If This, Then That" road race, and my poor husband gets to hear my daily sportscast when he gets home from the office.
The good and bad news is this--on Thursday, we get to hear what the next hurdle will be: another surgery?....radiation in a few weeks?....chemo in a few weeks? The answer will be 1, 2 or 3 of those things. I'll jump, damn it, but it might not be graceful.
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On a happier note, breast cancer survivors are everywhere! I keep finding out about the struggles--AND VICTORIES--of women all around me. Weeks ago I was talking about the people around us fighting so many battles--who knew so darn many had breast cancer?
I love to talk to these Breast Warriors looking so healthy and beautiful. They are Kryptonite for the late night worry monster.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Day 4...and human
Happy Friday, sports fans.
I feel 85% human today. For some reason, the pain and yuk just "changed" this morning--my right breast feels like something I may just be willing to keep. The cough persists occasionally, but my throat feels like it may be healing.
Today's wish list...
1) Lovely wide, clear margins when they finish my pathology and no follow-up "tissue trimming"--keep me the heck out of that OR, if you please. They may have to drag me back kicking and screaming (or whimpering and whining.....).
2) No Chemo, thank you very much.
To end with the analogy I started with, I feel like I can be a good sport today.
I feel 85% human today. For some reason, the pain and yuk just "changed" this morning--my right breast feels like something I may just be willing to keep. The cough persists occasionally, but my throat feels like it may be healing.
Today's wish list...
1) Lovely wide, clear margins when they finish my pathology and no follow-up "tissue trimming"--keep me the heck out of that OR, if you please. They may have to drag me back kicking and screaming (or whimpering and whining.....).
2) No Chemo, thank you very much.
To end with the analogy I started with, I feel like I can be a good sport today.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Home...and reality
Good morning. We arrived back home yesterday afternoon and I kind of miss my hotel cocoon! Somebody else was doing the cleaning there. Don't worry--I'll make somebody else do it here, too.
My throat is still very raspy and sore. I am not in that much pain, although I am incredibly stiff and sore this morning. Too many weird contortions on surgery day, I guess. The dressings come off later today and I get to shower--I'm sure everyone around me will appreciate that development. I'm not really looking forward to seeing the surgical handiwork. My 48 year old form was less than glorious, but I have a feeling Monday's efforts will not add anything to the pretty picture. Oh well--cancer free will look good to me in any shape.
Continuing on the "Let's Make This About Me" front, I've had two dinner deliveries, a spa gift package with nice-smelling things (which I need!), and a much-appreciated "house call" from my dear doctor Huma and her family, complete with pink roses. We've had so many calls and e-mails expressing support and good wishes. You guys are so great--I hope I will live many long years to return the many favors!
Thanks again so much!
My throat is still very raspy and sore. I am not in that much pain, although I am incredibly stiff and sore this morning. Too many weird contortions on surgery day, I guess. The dressings come off later today and I get to shower--I'm sure everyone around me will appreciate that development. I'm not really looking forward to seeing the surgical handiwork. My 48 year old form was less than glorious, but I have a feeling Monday's efforts will not add anything to the pretty picture. Oh well--cancer free will look good to me in any shape.
Continuing on the "Let's Make This About Me" front, I've had two dinner deliveries, a spa gift package with nice-smelling things (which I need!), and a much-appreciated "house call" from my dear doctor Huma and her family, complete with pink roses. We've had so many calls and e-mails expressing support and good wishes. You guys are so great--I hope I will live many long years to return the many favors!
Thanks again so much!
Monday, June 15, 2009
May you live in interesting times ?!
Ancient Chinese curse? Perhaps....It's real life for Lisa today!
Today was a long, arduous, "interesting" day. I hope surgery will not be a frequent activity for me because it's just not that much fun.
And may I just say I don't want to hear any belly-aching about routine mammograms, ladies. I had the two-hour mammo from you-know-where this morning as prep for my surgery and I'm still kicking. That five minute squeeze is NOTHING, girls.
I am fully awake and lucid (I think) for the first time since 10:00 AM but I took the Rush Limbaugh drug-of-choice 30 minutes ago, so I'll be loopy again soon--and I have an excuse. Rush's loopy doesn't wear off with the Oxycodone.
Johns Hopkins was impressive. They took really good care of me, and I'm glad I made that choice. I'm in a bit of pain but nothing I can't deal with. I think my sore throat and raspiness from the intubation is as bothersome as the incisions.
Today was a long, arduous, "interesting" day. I hope surgery will not be a frequent activity for me because it's just not that much fun.
And may I just say I don't want to hear any belly-aching about routine mammograms, ladies. I had the two-hour mammo from you-know-where this morning as prep for my surgery and I'm still kicking. That five minute squeeze is NOTHING, girls.
I am fully awake and lucid (I think) for the first time since 10:00 AM but I took the Rush Limbaugh drug-of-choice 30 minutes ago, so I'll be loopy again soon--and I have an excuse. Rush's loopy doesn't wear off with the Oxycodone.
Johns Hopkins was impressive. They took really good care of me, and I'm glad I made that choice. I'm in a bit of pain but nothing I can't deal with. I think my sore throat and raspiness from the intubation is as bothersome as the incisions.
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