Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Crap photo

~~Crap~~

Since I cannot be phunny, I chose to be productive.

When you get things, you call it "stuff.". When you can't stand it, you call it "crap," just like when your ex moves out!

Monday, August 29, 2011

~~Lately~~

Well, this has been a very "lively" few months for me.  I had my yearly check up which includes a mammogram.  Mammograms are not fun, by any stretch, but this one was particularly "violent."  In fact, it was so aggressive that it disfigured my left breast...

After a night of panicking to a friend, I went to the doctor the next day.  He told me that I would need to have the breast reconstructed; ergo, both would need to be reconstructed. 

But before I scheduled my surgery, I needed to wait because I had committed to taking care of my girlfriend in Kansas City; she was having major surgery. We had to wait then until she was well enough to come to Scottsdale to take care of me!  Lord.

Since I had to go in for surgery, I asked the doctor if I was a candidate for a tummy tuck.  "No, but you could benefit from a mini one."  Okay, I said, "Let's do it."

The wait from the mammogram to the surgery was painfully long.  I just wanted it over.

On surgery day, July 26, I went in at 5:30 in the morning....surgery lasted just over 4 hours.  I stayed overnight.  

I went to my friend's house to stay for several days.  I barely remember ANYTHING, as I slept most of the time.

When I took my first shower, I was SHOCKED at how bad my left breast looked.  I asked my friend to take a picture.  I won't share it because I care for you, my readers, too much to shock you, too. 

The doctor saw it and told me to get an ultrasound. The results showed a massive hemetoma (900cc's) that my body was not absorbing. The day after the ultrasound (and two days after my friend went home), I went to the doctor to discuss the results.  I should have known something was amiss when he was wearing scrubs in his office!  

"We are finding an operating room for you right now.  Get to the hospital."  No time to call anyone or anything.  Emergency surgery.  No time to call anyone....had to go NOW.

Well...now.... it is more than a month from the first surgeries later...and less than that for the emergency.  

I feel better, and I know I will feel better as more time passes.  The biggest challenge, however, isn't so much the pain, but the mental disability this created for me.  I don't have the sharpness that I usually enjoy.  I hope that will return soonest.  I am mentally and physically lackluster.  

Okay...now you know.   And I so appreciate your patience in all this nonsense~!!

Thank you!!!!

p.s.  I just got a letter yesterday saying, "You may have breast cancer. Call your doctor."

I'm gonna wait for him to call me.....sigh....  


Thursday, August 11, 2011