The date is set

The surgeons office called me on Thursday and said November 5th will be the surgery.  Ugh I can’t wait to wake up from this and find out who the next president is.  

Anyway, the plan is to have a lumpectomy. An incision or two in my boob and one under my armpit.  I’ve been having pain in both places on and off lately. Or have I?  Could they be phantom pain because I know what is lurking inside my body now. 

I am prepared that things might not go as planned and might wake up to having the entire boob gone or may be two. It is a possibility. Cancer is an evil mother fucker. We will just see. Luckily for me, I don’t have any stomach tattoos so if they have to pull skin, it will just have a belly button piercing scar.  And if they want, they can take some fat too. 

Once the mass(es) are removed, they will be sent to pathology and return a oncotype score.  This score will determine the likelihood of breast cancer reoccurring and also the treatment.  For instance, chemo might not help my cancer type.  So after surgery it is a waiting game again for about a week and a half. 

Lots of waiting, plan, waiting…

I had a call from a social worker today.  I got excited for a moment thinking not an ology but then sociology. Anyway, she asked me about my support system. 1. My husband  2. Great family support although my 3 brothers didn’t send me $100 to cheer me up (photo below I sent to them)  3. My core group of very close girlfriends. 4. My close knit friends. 5. My social media friends. 6. My work. When I mentioned work, she was very happy to hear it. And I was sad to hear her say often times people’s work aren’t supportive. WTF. Someone is fighting for their life and you are going to say “oh well see you later”. I’m very glad mine is behind me the entire way. 

So in the next week, I need to get my work life in order and plan for some recovery time.  I also have a special trip I’m planning on taking at the end of November come hell or high water. The place we’d be staying said if we can’t make it, they’d honor our payment for a year.  I would say saying you have cancer has its perks, but not really.

If you leave a comment, could you leave your first name  I didn’t realize I had so many anonymous friends.  And I haven’t been able to guess most of them.  

Until next time…