MRI results

Most of my visit with the oncologist today is a blur. All I know is lumpectomy is not a possible solution, so the whole bugger has to come off. We'll call the plastic surgeon tomorrow and try like heck to get an appointment next week for consultation - as my schedule is nuts over the next few weeks. Overall, I'm not shocked. But of course, I am.

Apparently, the cells are scattered in the upper lateral quadrant. Feisty little buggers. So there's no big old thing they can scoop out. And I just had a blood draw to see if I carry the gene. If so, it's OFF WITH YOUR... oh, that's the wrong body part. But I'd most likely just have to get rid of all that chick tissue and have reconstruction, which is probably a more aesthetically appealing solution anyway. Hell of a recovery time, and the surgery will most likely be between 7-8 hours or so, but hey. I've done 12 hour rehearsals for a month without break. I can do anything.  Sort of.

The most wonderful thing about this doc is that he's really smart, but also compassionate. He's like the grandpa you see in warm, fuzzy family shows or made for tv movies. He's the guy that cares about you as a person, not as a patient or a number.

I found out through my regular doc that after our initial visit with him, he ran over to the radiology joint to look at my shots there. Apparently you can see better on the actual machines than you can on the prints they provide. Sort of like Fotomat quality in the 70s. I guess.  Also - he saw us on his day off.

And he gave us his cell phone number. His nurse gave us her number and said to call anytime with anything or nothing.

We are still going to get more opinions. Of course! You don't sign up to chop your boobs off without being sure that's the best idea. But, my gut tells me that he's the man for the job. And I very rarely have nice things to say about doctors.

My general doc, who is actually a nurse practitioner, is also cut from a similar cloth. She will suggest to me that certain boosters are due, things that I generally am not cool with, things that can be cured.  And she will say that she can give me a pamphlet to bring home and read, but that most likely I won't opt to have the shots. Let's save a tree. That's better than giving me paper that she knows won't change my mind.

I'm glad that the nausea is gone for now. But I was not hungry today. I forced myself to eat a salad at 1:30 so that I wouldn't collapse while running to the doc. Glad I did, especially since they sucked all that blood out for genetic testing. Got home and hubby had fixed a plate of salad and asparagus with some HOT FREAKING PEPPERS. I love spice but have been laying off for a while. It was so delish but so hot! Luckily I had some cold home brewed kombucha awaiting.

Which reminds me, entry soon regarding the various supplements I've been taking. If you have any experience with any of it, please chime in and tell me what you know. If you're curious, look them up and tell me what you think. I'm not doing anything too crazy, I'm just doing the best I can with what I've got - a favorite quote from a favorite person of mine. A real grandpa figure, and boy, he knows how to live. I'm going to get better at it.