NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE.
THE WORD ITSELF SAYS "I'M POSSIBLE!"
After seeing the doctors, I was too exhausted to post anything yesterday. We even picked up something for supper in town so we wouldn't have to deal with that.
Both appointments went very well. Dr. Brimmer was very pleased with the color, shape, lack of bruising, and absence of extreme pain. Dr. Andrews felt the same and decided that I could have two of the four drains removed. I was a little worried about him cutting the stitches and yanking out 8 to 10 inches of plastic tubing. When he got ready to do it, he said the most important things to do were to close my eyes and take a huge breath. I closed my eyes and was starting to take a big breath when he said, "Quick! Open your eyes!" When I did, he was holding the first tube and bulb right in front of my eyes. It was already out! Yah!!! The second one didn't hurt at all either.
I asked Dr. B. what size the tumor ended up being and also if the chemo had fried it. The size was approx. 2.5 cm and was still alive, but apparently had shrunk from the chemo treatments. All the tissue that they cut around the lump proved to be healthy, which is VERY good news. All the bad stuff was encompassed inside the tissue that they removed.
I see Dr. Ghosh Thursday to find out about more chemo. It would be a dream come true if I didn't have anymore treatments. My hair is definitely falling out at a rapid rate now, but yet I can still go out in public and get away with it. Of course, it is thin, but I think people mostly notice the tons of hair on my shoulders. As far as here at home, it feels like living in one of those yucky houses on TV where somebody owns dozens of cats and has cat hair all over the place. Everywhere I look, I see strands of hair. I can't imagine what it will look like when I am able to sweep and vacumn. Oh well. ONE thing I have learned from this experience, that whatever is going to happen will go ahead and happen. And if I go completely bald, I will get through it. The thing I dread the most is the fact that everyone will see how very awful I will look. NOTE: I am not asking for sympathy or comfort. It's simply the truth. Without hair, I am gonna look downright "fugly" (pardon my French). It doesn't help that this experience has seriously aged my about twenty years.
It's a fact, Jack, and ain't nothing gonna change it.
The title I used for this post may have some of you curious. It pertains to writing this post. As much as I have whined and complained about every little thing going on in my life, it seems like so much has happened so quickly. Perhaps it will soon be time to say good-by to this blog. It has really been a life-saver for me and I thank Jenna for coming up with idea. I'll wait a little longer to see if there is more to report in the future.