- Oct 30, 2013View SourceThank you Marsha for the update, and it is great to hear through your writing humor, determination, and such great strength. We know you will come through it all with a huge smile, a healthy body, and full of humor and love!!! Since I missed it on the last cruise, I still want to see your magic presentation again and again and again!!!Much love,CarolOn Tue, Oct 29, 2013 at 12:38 PM, Marsha Bollinger <mabollinger@...> wrote:
Today I'm Sleepy, Dopey and Grumpy.....ok not so much Grumpy since the surgery (lumpectomy aka partial mastectomy) is over. But yesterday was something of an ordeal. At 9:30, actually it was closer to 10:30 as the nuclear medicine technician guy, Lance, was late. Lance looks like an aging, if he were still alive, John Denver with such a full beard you couldn't see his lips. Lance is definitely a member of the "odd duck" club. He has a picture of Yoda (Star Wars) over his desk along with a certificate for winning some prize at the Tolkien ( Hobbit, etc.) annual get together. He also was uncomfortable and apologetic for having to see my breast. He has been doing this work for 39 years and he still is uncomfortable?? Too weird! So Lance gets me ready and then Dr Tuttle, radiologist, comes in. He looks about 18 years old. They inject a novacane-type substance and then the nuclear type substance into my breast. I'm pushed into another tube, like the MRI, and they take pictures, looking for the sentinel node...the first lymph node in the arm pit that should show cancer. It doesn't show up but Lance says it sometimes doesn't. Wait another 30 minutes, take more pictures and it still doesn't show. So maybe I don't have cancer, right? No, I do and in fact it is twice the size they thought it was going to be. That is what the MRI showed and what the doctor told Gerald later.
Anyway, the surgery isn't until 3:30.....that's because they want the nuclear stuff to get the nodes. I go to my friend Lorie's house for energy work and visualizing. We decide the tumor is emerald green and because the tumor has fingers we decide it is inside a green balloon....easier for the doctor to find and remove. Then at 2:45 I get a call asking where I am. Apparently I was supposed to be there at 2:00 but no one told me. Race off to the hospital (there goes my relaxation). The nurses are very nice. I tell the surgery nurses that I have visualized the tumor as green in a green balloon.......they are probably thinking I belong in the "odd duck" club but they accept my notion of greenness.
I told the anesthesiologist that I threw up after a previous day surgery and he said that wouldn't happen this time. (Mike and Frank, my old nurse friends, mentioned that one to me). Next thing I know I'm waking up in the recovery room. I think the whole thing took about 2 hours.
The doctor told Gerald that the lab results for the sentinel node will be available on Wednesday. Gerald says he is holding his breathe until then. I see the doctor on November 4. Six weeks from now I'll start radiation and it will last six weeks.
I'm actually feeling much better today than I thought I would even though I didn't sleep well. I don't like Vicodin. That's all there is to report for now. Thank you all for your healing thoughts and wishing me well. I'm sure it helps.
Love to all