More Appointments....

I have so many things I want to write about... But I just don't have the energy to write like I want to.  So, first, I'm going to write a quick update about my doctor appointments on Monday, as I know some of you are curious to know what I found out (which wasn't a whole lot).
Monday, the Moss clan packed up to head to Springfield.  Mason spent the day with his friend Hollis in Marshfield.  Hollis lives on a farm.  With a pony.  And chickens.  And kittens.  Mason was in Heaven.  Big shout out to my friend Joni for letting him stay for the day.  Knowing Mase was having a great day made my day go a lot better...

So, our first appointment was with DBB, my breast surgeon.  As we pull up to his office, Richard blasts Eye of the Tiger, and that puts a smile on my face.  He gives me the pep talk that we are in this together and that we'll deal with whatever they news they have to tell us.

It's weird.  I have the following interaction with at least 5 different people:

Nurse/Stranger/Waitress/Anybody:  "How are you today?"   

Me:  It's been the worst fucking week of my life.  My tits got cut off, I've all of a sudden have cancer and I have zero tools to deal with this fucking mess.  "I'm okay, thank you.  How are you?"

Richard and I are in the exam room waiting on DBB and Richard is reading a chart about breast cancer.  Somehow he manages to make it fall off the wall.  Typical.  Since Richard has read the entire poster, he thinks he knows how to treat this and we can leave.  Again, typical.

DBB comes in the room and after all the pleasantries, we get down to business.  I'm trying to hold it together.  Stage 1 (1.9 cm), grade 3 (not great).  We are still waiting on something having to do with hormone receptors, I don't quite understand, but I know we are hoping for an estrogen fed cancer.  And we are really hopeful that is the case since this lump decided to blow-up after my hysterectomy.  Fingers crossed!  DBB decides that we really need to do a node dissection surgery to gather 7-10 nodes just to make sure the cancer hasn't spread anywhere else.  We schedule that surgery for Thursday.  He also says that depending on these hormone receptor results, that he may also install a port for chemo treatments.  WARNING: Anytime I hear the word chemo, I start to cry.

Next, we head over to see Dr. Price (DCP), my plastic surgeon.  I'm crying.  When I started this mastectomy thing I was so concerned with how my reconstruction would look and now that seems so minimal.  He took the bandages off of my sutures.  Richard says it looks really good, but I honestly can't bring myself to look yet.  Good news, he did remove one of my drains!  I still have my right drain, but I think they will be removing that on Thursday, before my node dissection surgery (and putting in another drain).

So, we wait... Again.