I did okay.
Had to get up at 5 in the morning. I couldn't drive so we had to go with another family, who had to be there earlier than we did.
Oh well. It was nice to have company at least!
Talia came in 5th of 12th. Won't be showing off any photos because BLOGGER WON'T LET ME.
End of rant.
I was talking to the club photographer, who loves taking pics of my pretty daughter. We were chatting about other things besides CANCER. Kind of nice but nooooo, various parents came up to me.
"How did the operation go?"
"How do you feel?"
"Up and about, already??"
So I had to fess up. I said, as casually as possible "I was operated on Wednesday for Breast Cancer..."
"You too?!? My wife had that seven years ago..."
And off we went in Medicalese. They had to go back and get the clean margins. She did have to do chemo, etc.
She's FINE now!!!
So funny how we bonded. We got into other subjects (remember, I was there all day so I had plenty of time to chat with everyone, including the photographer). But it got a lot more animated. He ended up taking my email and promising me to send the originals so I could blow them up...
Hated to tell him that I've been stealing his photos off the net for years!
It's like this Secret Society of Breast Cancer Warriors, Survivors and Family Members out there! It's like the disease that's invaded us silently for years...
I just need to get to Wednesday to hear my fate!!!
Now that the Dreaded Operation is over, which turned out not to be something to dread at all (except for that darned Morphine!!) I can kind of reflect on it all. It's hard to express but I almost feel like it's my battle to fight. I don't want it to take anything away from me. I don't want it to threaten anything that's close to me, that I cherish.
It's hard to explain. Maybe it's because I found a comfortable place, psychologically and then got knocked down before. I don't even want to write for fear I'll go back later and read it and think "pathetic chump".
I'm going over everything I could hear Wednesday.
-Whether the margins were clear (if they weren't, they have to go back in)
-Whether the lymph nodes are clear. It's more about the very idea that the cancer has started to spread than any dread of chemo, really!
-What the heck was in that second "tumor"?!?
-This one is remote because the first tumor was small but if the biopsy missed nastier cancer cells and that it's more aggressive than the biopsy showed. The reason this is not likely is because of the small size of the tumor.
Glad those blobs are out of me. It hurts on my side but it reminds me that they're gone.
Yesterday, I was in pain and then bought a few, cheap sports bras from Decathalon (French chain sport store). Feels sooooo much better. So stupid something so basic relieved that pain! It's all black and blue now, even before the bra. I'll go to the GP tomorrow morning...
Had to get up at 5 in the morning. I couldn't drive so we had to go with another family, who had to be there earlier than we did.
Oh well. It was nice to have company at least!
Talia came in 5th of 12th. Won't be showing off any photos because BLOGGER WON'T LET ME.
End of rant.
I was talking to the club photographer, who loves taking pics of my pretty daughter. We were chatting about other things besides CANCER. Kind of nice but nooooo, various parents came up to me.
"How did the operation go?"
"How do you feel?"
"Up and about, already??"
So I had to fess up. I said, as casually as possible "I was operated on Wednesday for Breast Cancer..."
"You too?!? My wife had that seven years ago..."
And off we went in Medicalese. They had to go back and get the clean margins. She did have to do chemo, etc.
She's FINE now!!!
So funny how we bonded. We got into other subjects (remember, I was there all day so I had plenty of time to chat with everyone, including the photographer). But it got a lot more animated. He ended up taking my email and promising me to send the originals so I could blow them up...
Hated to tell him that I've been stealing his photos off the net for years!
It's like this Secret Society of Breast Cancer Warriors, Survivors and Family Members out there! It's like the disease that's invaded us silently for years...
I just need to get to Wednesday to hear my fate!!!
Now that the Dreaded Operation is over, which turned out not to be something to dread at all (except for that darned Morphine!!) I can kind of reflect on it all. It's hard to express but I almost feel like it's my battle to fight. I don't want it to take anything away from me. I don't want it to threaten anything that's close to me, that I cherish.
It's hard to explain. Maybe it's because I found a comfortable place, psychologically and then got knocked down before. I don't even want to write for fear I'll go back later and read it and think "pathetic chump".
I'm going over everything I could hear Wednesday.
-Whether the margins were clear (if they weren't, they have to go back in)
-Whether the lymph nodes are clear. It's more about the very idea that the cancer has started to spread than any dread of chemo, really!
-What the heck was in that second "tumor"?!?
-This one is remote because the first tumor was small but if the biopsy missed nastier cancer cells and that it's more aggressive than the biopsy showed. The reason this is not likely is because of the small size of the tumor.
Glad those blobs are out of me. It hurts on my side but it reminds me that they're gone.
Yesterday, I was in pain and then bought a few, cheap sports bras from Decathalon (French chain sport store). Feels sooooo much better. So stupid something so basic relieved that pain! It's all black and blue now, even before the bra. I'll go to the GP tomorrow morning...
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