No, my giant " TAS" did not weigh 600 pounds. My friends have a lottery going and I am sure Melissa had it pegged for this much. I know my sister Allison did, but alas, it was a meager 7.5 to leave this gorgeous body! But along with their disappearance went the cancer so it is all good.
My surgery was right on time and we never missed a beat. My Anesthesiologist was a hoot. When I got up on the table, he was playing around with my port. I hear a good night Irene...I say what? He said good night Irene. I woke up in recovery!!!! One poor person was sicker than a dog...not me, I am a child of the sixties. We took this stuff for breakfast! I remember trying to raise my arm not because I wanted to see how many lymph nodes she took, but if I could raise my arm in the allotted time frame for Dr. Morris the radiology oncologist. She does not suffer fools!
The next thing I know, I am in my room with Matt and Emily (thank you Midge) and I feel fine. They order me some food and Ed arrives...coincidence or purposely?? Matt leaves. Ed is leaning on the foot of the bed and it starts to move. I am freaking out. He was like Jill, this is what these beds do. They adjust so you won't get bed sores....oh right! I had brilliant pearls of wisdom to share with Ed as I would drift in and out of the conversation never leaving the topic. Damn I am good.
Home on Friday and my Mom arrives courtesy of Kathy Umlauf in our horrible storms. Someone hit Kathy on the way home. My Mom can't get over how we all freak out over rain. I guess to non Seattleites it sounds bazaar but we don't have boomers.
Cindy has taken my Mom and Me to two Doctor appointments where we met up with Matt. The first was Dr. K who gushed about my path report. He charmed my mother, hugged me and told me breast cancer was no longer in my future. Today it was the Surgeon's turn. To cut to the chase, two of my lymph nodes showed .03/.06mm of cancer. Anything under 2 is considered negative. The area will be zapped with radiation so this is not a concern. In the breast tissue, two spots marked were reduced to .03mm and .6mm. These were my tumors that had been 1.5 cm and 3.5 cm. Chemo did its job! I was reclassified from Stage 3 to Stage 1. Radiation will handle any cell left behind (lets pray it works better than no child, but that is a story for another day!). As both Dr said, with the radiation, the likely hood of any recurring breast cancer is miniscule.
So, now we work on the drains, hope to recover quickly and we start radiation set up on Sept 15. I will let you know how all that goes. Thanks for being here with me. The meals, the flowers, the books, the candy, the notes, the prayers just everything is overwhelming and so appreciated. You guys are uber super.
Next stop is microwave world!
Love,
Jill
My surgery was right on time and we never missed a beat. My Anesthesiologist was a hoot. When I got up on the table, he was playing around with my port. I hear a good night Irene...I say what? He said good night Irene. I woke up in recovery!!!! One poor person was sicker than a dog...not me, I am a child of the sixties. We took this stuff for breakfast! I remember trying to raise my arm not because I wanted to see how many lymph nodes she took, but if I could raise my arm in the allotted time frame for Dr. Morris the radiology oncologist. She does not suffer fools!
The next thing I know, I am in my room with Matt and Emily (thank you Midge) and I feel fine. They order me some food and Ed arrives...coincidence or purposely?? Matt leaves. Ed is leaning on the foot of the bed and it starts to move. I am freaking out. He was like Jill, this is what these beds do. They adjust so you won't get bed sores....oh right! I had brilliant pearls of wisdom to share with Ed as I would drift in and out of the conversation never leaving the topic. Damn I am good.
Home on Friday and my Mom arrives courtesy of Kathy Umlauf in our horrible storms. Someone hit Kathy on the way home. My Mom can't get over how we all freak out over rain. I guess to non Seattleites it sounds bazaar but we don't have boomers.
Cindy has taken my Mom and Me to two Doctor appointments where we met up with Matt. The first was Dr. K who gushed about my path report. He charmed my mother, hugged me and told me breast cancer was no longer in my future. Today it was the Surgeon's turn. To cut to the chase, two of my lymph nodes showed .03/.06mm of cancer. Anything under 2 is considered negative. The area will be zapped with radiation so this is not a concern. In the breast tissue, two spots marked were reduced to .03mm and .6mm. These were my tumors that had been 1.5 cm and 3.5 cm. Chemo did its job! I was reclassified from Stage 3 to Stage 1. Radiation will handle any cell left behind (lets pray it works better than no child, but that is a story for another day!). As both Dr said, with the radiation, the likely hood of any recurring breast cancer is miniscule.
So, now we work on the drains, hope to recover quickly and we start radiation set up on Sept 15. I will let you know how all that goes. Thanks for being here with me. The meals, the flowers, the books, the candy, the notes, the prayers just everything is overwhelming and so appreciated. You guys are uber super.
Next stop is microwave world!
Love,
Jill
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