The Echo cardio gram was a walk in the park yesterday. I talked to the tech some and unless she was lying, she didn't see any concerns with my heart. While I laid on the table watching her and the screen during my test, I came to the realization that these techs would be very good poker players. They don't talk when they see something bad, they don't smile when they see the little thing beat and they don't cry when you tell them why you are there for the test and you yourself can't hold it together to tell them why. I must say again, there are certain jobs I just couldn't do. I'm sure you learn it in school or maybe it is just that they see it every day. So sounds like I have that going for me right now!
Next was Chemo class. Don, my dad and I attended. There were 2 other women in there learning the same things I was. Mainly the class taught me how low my blood counts will be and how extremely careful I must be! If you plan to talk to me in person, make sure you are well! Taste aversions and mouth issues and then of course the subject I dread most....hair loss. I am waiting for a call back from the Cancer Society on an appointment to go look at wigs. I will bring my fashionable sister in law to help me through this. Hopefully I can find something as plain and normal as my current style, but hearing this in the meeting brought me to tears once again.
Last night Don and I attended the breast cancer support group. I think Don's version of the class being portrayed will be a lot different than mine. First, we were late and running from department to department in the new Silver Cross Hospital trying to locate the group. We finally find it and walk in and it is a room full of women! Don was glad he went, but I'm sure it was strange for him to be sitting in there with women. Everyone welcomed both of us! Last night they had a laughing coach. This coach is a nurse and did little things that you had to go along with and laugh loud at everything from getting up in the morning with cancer to pretending to wash your bald head in the shower. She reminded Don and I A LOT of his aunt Donna who passed from lung cancer in March right before Ryan was born. She looked like her and just her personality in general was Donna. A part of me thinks it was meant for us to attend this one together and reflect on her and her life and her battle with cancer. After that everyone shared their story. All are different. Some are survivors 5+ years out and still attend, some are fighting right now. I have exchanged numbers with a lot of women and I must say I left there on a positive note and was able to fall asleep last night. Not without the assistance of my Ativan, but I still felt a little small, tiny weight lifted.
Dr. Montana also called on my MRI results. He explained they did not see anything they didn't already know. This to me is good news. The left breast is completely clear. The right one not so much, but we knew that. He did confirm it did not spread to the chest wall, but this is not any better indication or not if it has spread elsewhere. He and Dr. Hantel (Ongologist) agree that chemo is first then surgery for a mastectomy is necessary around 3 weeks post chemo treatments. I asked if both could be removed and he agreed. They did notice 2 swollen nodes and said they would remove those at the time of surgery, but the chemo may shrink those.
I am leaving for work now, tomorrow is the big bone and CT day....PRAY!!! I will probably update again after my first treatment on Friday at 8am.
Lots of Love!