Yeah, so, preliminary reports says I’m cancer free!
The Good Doctor did a sentinel node biopsy during the mastectomy, and it came back negative, which means the cancer has not spread. In other words, suck it, cancer! Of course, this is a preliminary report, and a more thorough official test is being done now, but the Good Doctor said we have every reason to be optimistic; that the preliminary tests are usually very accurate.
So, yeah, the recovery process has been more difficult than I thought. Basically, I can’t move without David’s help. He has been carrying me around. It would be romantic if it wasn’t so sick, sad and painful. It goes without saying but I’m on vicodin constantly.
The pain is manageable with the vicodin. I let the pain get ahead of me on Saturday, when the hospital was getting ready to discharge me and, well, it wasn’t pretty. Probably the first time since I found out I had cancer, I was truly emotionally wrecked. I tried to get out of bed, and the pain was unbearable, and it was all downhill from there. The tears were flowing and they wouldn’t stop. They had to give me more vicodin, and I had to lay down for 30 minutes to pull it together. David talked me through it. I’m sure he has never seen me like that. I couldn’t imagine going through all of this if the diagnosis had been positive for cancer. This painful surgery and still having cancer! No, thanks! Horrible!
Today is the first day that I can almost sit up kinda straight. I have these disgusting tubes running from my left breast that drain into these little plastic containers that mighty, mighty good man David empties. That’s love, people! He empties my drains and he doesn’t even flinch. He also spent the night in the hospital with me and has been practically carrying me from the bed, the couch and the bathroom since I got home on Saturday and fielding nonstop calls and emails. Where’s David’s Nobel Peace Prize!? I couldn’t get through this without him.
Good buddy Tiff organized a meals on wheels program for us, so we have had a steady stream of delicious food in this apartment. I’m starting to wish I was sick more often, the food is so good. Good buddy Kate watched Homer while we were in the hospital, and before I came home, she set up the couch for my arrival, including a wedding magazine! And, of course, we had fab visitors and lovely flowers.
I have been blown away by everyone’s kindness and willingness to help us out during this stressful time. Seriously, I wish I was Oprah, and I would buy everyone a brand new car and introduce everyone to all my favorite things. I am forever grateful.
The good news I won’t have to do all of this again. After this surgery, the followups are minor, outpatient procedures. The hard part was having cancer. The rest is easy!