It’s taken me forever to write this post. I’ve been busy with renovating this house and building another one and lots of other projects. I got through all of the radiation treatments, thought I was tempted to skip the last one in the name of rebellion. They gave me a certificate for finishing the course…
On to the boring routine of having Pancho zapped every day for the next four weeks. An hour drive for a five minute event. Not that I want it to last longer! On my first day, they gave me an appropriately prison-orange colored tote bag that has the name of the facility, which has the…
So, Pete I went to the next appointment at a different facility. This doctor was also male, but completely appropriate and professional. Surprise- he didn’t think an exam was necessary for the consultation. I feel at ease with him and the staff there. He reviewed my info and we discussed pros and cons. I decided…
…at which I was met and greeted by something I didn’t expect or want. I’m going to try to sum up without any minute details. Pete and I met with the radiology oncologist for a consultation about radiation therapy, which I have been on the fence about receiving. P was in the room with me,…
This round of boob butchery was a little easier since I knew what to expect. The time was later in the day, so I didn’t have to get up at the crack of dawn, too. So, same routine, put on gown, do the Papillon name and serial number bit over and over. I did have…
So we waited a few days for the results. The only remarkable thing about these four days is that I had the most debilitating case of constipation you could possibly conceive of. Sorry, TMI, but what do you expect from someone who posted surgery pictures on their blog? You, my fine and very few readers,…
Really, after all the boob-hook madness, the surgery was kind of an anticlimax. They wheeled me in, there’s a crowd, probably five techs bustling cheerily around and the surgeon wasn’t even in there yet. A crowd to play to, and with the assistance of the “happy” drug just shot into my IV? I’m game! The…
As much as I would have liked to encamp on that river in Egypt indefinitely, the day of the surgery loomed near. At the consultation, I was given two antiseptic wipe packets in a white gift bag. I was to take a shower the night before and the morning of the surgery, and wipe my…
Now, what to do with the news of the results? I had been squatting near that river in Egypt for a week thinking David Niven would be telling me it was nothing. Not that it was the most terrible news ever. It was pretty good news, for certain, it wasn’t quiiiite cancer, and would be…
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Because we don’t have a primary care doctor yet in Vermont (we are on a waiting list), my only doctor so far is my gynecologist. I have been listing her as primary care. So there was some confusion as to who was going to tell me the results of my test. The Breast Health Navigator…
Our cell signal really blows here on the Rupert/Dorset line in Vermont. Usually I can text from the house, but not send or receive calls. We got a landline, but it’s new and most people don’t have the number yet. My phone surprisingly rang the night before the biopsy and it was the Breast Health…
Peeping Gator 