Just Call Me Queen of Surgery
The hospital called me last night and initially told me to call at 7:00 AM to get my surgery time, they later called to tell me to come in at 6:45 AM. I am not an early bird… at all… I was worried that since I was what they called an “add on.” We would be in the waiting room all day (when waiting for surgery you do at least get a private room you can hang out in), this was not the case. Once I got changed into...
My Bags Are Packed
It seems that I am not going to win the battle with my incision. The plastic surgeon has done everything within his power to avoid surgery, but this time I guess it is just meant to happen. Today I was working out of the office with some of my team, and I started to experience sharp pain in my legs, back and arms. Monday had been a pretty bad pain day on Taxol and I thought maybe I was just battling Taxol pains. I was a bit confused...
Taxol Number Two
The morning meeting of doom (seeing the plastic surgeon) went pretty well. He told me he wasn’t taking out the stitches and then changed his mind and took out the stitches (replacing them with more steri strips). So now I am stitch free, but not steri strip free. Steri strips are much more comfortable than stitches as stitches like to get caught in shirts. I have had stitches since March 2, 2011 (2 months, they took the first...
90 Going on 31
I think I now know what it feels like to be 90, and I am not sure I want to ever be 90. Maybe they will discover the fountain of youth by then (it is almost 60 years away, imagine how much medicine has advanced in the last 10 years alone…). I was hoping I would be the lucky one that didn’t get the “pain” side effects that Taxol can produce, in fact when they told me it was a possible side effect I didn’t...
Smoothie Finger Paintings – First Taxol Treatment
Today will forever be famous for the smoothie incident. They put me in a chair with a different kind of side tray than I am used to, meaning I hadn’t put it up properly, Dereck was on smoothie duty and got my blueberry smootie. My dad and I set ours down on the tray and BAM! They fell straight to the floor (along with my cell phone, so let’s keep that one just between us, Mike doesn’t need to know that it landed in a...
Genetic Mutations and My Soapbox
I got THE phone call tonight. I happened to be at the hospital pretty much all day yesterday, so I had plenty of time to bug the nurses about my genetic test that I have been waiting on for what seems to be ages. It has been sitting in the back of my mind as the genetic test decides whether or not I keep my ovaries (40% chance of ovarian cancer if I tested positive for BRCA1 or BRCA2 genetic mutations). I had myself prepared to have...