Saturday, March 31, 2012

Phase One Complete...

In November shortly before Thanksgiving, I rolled over one night and noticed a small "bump" in my breast.  Was it really?  Could I really feel it?  I had all the holidays ahead and if it was "something", it would cast a huge pall over all the festivities.  I had a mammogram scheduled for January...why not leave it to then to diagnose anything mysterious.
January came, mammogram time and with it all traces of the vague memory I'd had of the mystery bump disappeared.  I forgot to mention it to my trusted friend Joyce,-the mammogram technician.  Results came back in a few weeks clear.  I never gave it another fleeting thought....until one night time with the same position in bed when I noticed a larger bump in the same place and the memory came flooding back.  My mother had breast cancer when she was 66.  I am 62.  My grandmother had it when she was in her 30's. This gene was certainly in my family.
The next day at work in surgery, some of us were talking about a younger nurses's breast lump when I mentioned that I, too, had found one.  Many of my co-workers said "you'd better call and get an appointment ASAP".  And so I did.  That was 2 weeks ago.  The surgeon ordered an ultrasound on hearing about my appointment.  She asked about how it went when I went down to have it done later.  I told her that the "medical vibe" was not good.  While having it done, I questioned the tech about fluid being in the lump, hoping that it was cystic and therefore most likely benign.  She said something that I fuzzily remember and I said "so there is no fluid in it" and she agreed....not a good sign  Soon, two radiologists came in to take a core biopsy and the tone of that was serious and sympathetic.
The next day, my surgeon came in and asked about how it had gone.  I told her about "the vibe".  She nodded, said she'd have results soon and we continued our day.  My appointment was at 9:00am on Friday March 16th.  As she walked into the office I looked at her face and knew what the results were as she confirmed, "You were right."  I never wanted to be so wrong in my life. She gave me a few options which we discussed and a lumpectomy was scheduled.  Also an MRI  was scheduled and a full mastectomy would rest on these results to see if it had spread. I was confidant in this area (why?) that would not happen.
The MRI was the following Friday with other pre-op tests...EKG, chest x-ray and blood work. I decided some man thought this one up because you go in face down and place both breasts into two holes designed for them lying flat face down for an hour. That was a little bit of torture.
Saturday morning, there was a knock at my door and my surgeon Dr. Mary bounded into our kitchen showing me the MRI results.  She said "I just couldn't call you on the phone about this".  I will always feel that this was one of the classiest things ever done for me.  Coming to my home to tell me results that she knew I did not want to hear.  I can't even say I was welcoming or warm.  I was just....sad.
Once I knew that the mass was growing toward my chest wall, and could visually see it on the MRI, I knew that a full mastectomy had to be done and then there were the axillary nodes to worry about.  Lymph nodes control the fluid system in this region and without them, the arm can swell mightily.  If one has cancer, it can spread rapidly.  Cancer in one is important enough to remove many in the area to reduce chance of spread.
Surgery was scheduled for Thursday the 29th of March.
I work with an awesome staff of nurses.  When one of us is hurting, the others rally behind and are wonderfully supportive.  I was amazed when I came into work on Wednesday to see that everyone had brought in their favorite dish...a "carry-in" as we call it, to give me fighting spirit.  They had put a banner on the wall with bras hanging down.  It said "We Support YOU!"  I hooted when I saw it...wow, what a team!  I went home with an arm full of flowers, a homemade blanket and other gifts of encouragement.
The next day, we went into the hospital and were met by the pre-op nurses who all had pink ribbons pinned to their chests.  I had to go down to x-ray to have radioactive dye injected to "light-up" the sentinal (main) lymph node.  On the way we saw staff from our supply-processing departments who too, had pink ribbons pinned on.  It's an overwhelming feeling to see this.  I started to cry.
That's all I remember until it was all over.  Drugs are a peaceful thing and were a welcomed relief. I almost lost the farm again when I was told later that once I was asleep, Dr. Mary, my surgeon, asked if the operating room team  could please hold hands and pray over me.  Kathy Starkey, the scrub nurse said that she added a post to the prayer "-and now Lord, thanks for letting me go to work with mascara dripping into my mask..." Ha!
I went home yesterday and think there is nothing to prepare you for this. I'm s.o.r.e but am doing really well and I have to thank all the prayers for that. Cancer was found in just a small portion of one lymph node.
This surgery is phase one.  I still have work to go back to and then there is chemo, loss of hair and radiation.  I don't look forward to any of it but I can and will live through all of it. If reading any of this can help even one person, it will be worth it.
If there is anything that I learned from my mother it was her basic philosophy of life.  Whenever anything bad came up she would always say "Just get through it!"  And then she would add, "then we can look forward to the next good thing".  She was always about doing work etc. first and then being able to enjoy the party that came after. I feel that way too.
.....And so I am about to embark on the journey of "JUST GET THROUGH IT".

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

To Share or Not to Share this news.....

I will post about this at a later date but for now,  Here are two dear friends and bloggers who tell my story best...thanks  Kathy and Judi.  Thanks for.....everything!!

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Green....

 All of my family has Irish blood running through their veins...except for me.  Nonetheless on St. Patrick's Day you will find me dressed in green too, -out of loyalty!  My mother-in-law's maiden name was McGilton and I always thought she even looked Irish.
When Chelsea called yesterday morning and invited us for breakfast, it was fun to see green pancakes on the plate!
This little leprechaun above hadn't visited my house all week so it was great that he could come home with me and we could play outside.  The weather has been spectacular all week, but I can't help but feel we may be paying for it somehow in either snow soon or a super HOT summer!
I found a "bubble" machine on sale and had to get it.  It blows lots and lots of bubbles and even I was enchanted with it.
Bryden quickly learned the art of pulling the trigger.
The flowers that come out at my house in late April are blooming now...so pretty.
Again...hope they don't get blitzed by cold weather, hmmm, Mother Nature. It stormed like the devil an hour ago!
Another sure sign of spring is that the Hibiscus trees are for sale at Sam's Club.  I'll cover it if I have to but I sure love to look at it...especially as it draws humming birds in June.  
Even Scoobie gets into the Irish spirit on St' Patty's Day!!  They gave him a green scarf at the Pet store!!

Monday, March 12, 2012

My Grandmother's camera...

One of the things I found after my parents died was my grandmother's old camera.  My mother had kept it for many years and I hadn't really noticed it much until she was gone too.  I, like her, kept it for sentimental reasons.  I have so many memories of my grandmother getting it out whenever we came or for special occasions.
It reminds me of the glimpses of time that you catch for a brief second and memories come flying back...good and some not always so good. Just like life.  Last week at work we celebrated the birth of one of our staff member's new grandchildren.  She was sooo thrilled and we were happy for her as we all took turns looking at her pictures.  And on the other hand we were sad with another staff member who was absent one day.  She stayed home with her best friend who had just found out the week before that she had terminal cancer and didn't want to die alone.  Such a short time to find out that your life will soon be over.
Lately it seems like so many things in life are beyond our control and it's how we deal with it that will matter in the end. Did we do it with dignity or finesse or class?  Today is a rainy day so it makes me introspective and reflective.  I hope someday that I can say that the life's moments captured in my camera were for the most part, the best ones I could take.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Monkey See, Monkey Do....

 Since last summer Cooper and I have been talking about wanting to do a "Camp Night".  Yesterday he and Tim came for the evening so we decided to finally do it.  As soon as he comes in the door, he is talking about his super heros.  Bryden soaks it all in and thinks that's cool....
So when I saw a little inexpensive Batman, I got him one too.  He was thrilled.
The cousins could play together and Bryden knew just what to do with his guy!! Oh, the boy noises they can make together!!
Then we had pizza and S'mores over the fireplace. Boys and fire.  That's a little scary too!
Then it was "I-pad" time and Cooper was teaching Bryden some games here....
 Then so did Tim. Amazing how fast they caught on to computerization...and I learned when I was 55!
More games....
then games matches, before it was time for Bryden to go home to bed.
Cooper and I camped out in front of the fireplace for a cozy night's sleep....until 2 am!  He pried open my eye and said "haven't you had enough sleep?"   So I guess I had.  Then it became like a PJ party...all talk!!
My back is sore...the floor was hard...I need a nap...but it sure was FUN!!!!