dixie_belle
Well-Known Member
It's official, I have breast cancer. Dang it all. And, of course, once I spoke with the radiologist, I wanted to speak to my surgeon or to my OB/GYN but both of their offices are closed on Fridays. WHAT?? So I have a call in to both of them and I suspect on Monday I'll speak to one or both of them and find out where I go from here. I'm going to need a lumpectomy, that much is certain. And living here in rural Kentucky, I think hubby and I have decided that we want to go to Tennessee and have any procedures done at Vanderbilt's breast cancer center. I might as well have anything I need done by the experts in this and it's only like an hour and a half away.
I really cried yesterday when I was talking to the radiologist (even though I promised myself I wouldn't). I mean it's not like I've grown accustomed to my ****...oh wait....I have. Nevermind. LOL
But he did assure me that this wasn't the "bad" kind of cancer and that the survivability rate is quite high. (Which oddly enough wasn't overly reassuring, you know discussing the likelihood of me surviving and all that).
So now we wait, again, to see where we go from here. Don't know if I need a surgeon, an oncologist or a surgical oncologist. I figure that is where my OB/GYN comes in, to guide me down the golden path.
And don't you know that I have a dental appointment on Monday morning at 10:00 an hour away from here. I figure everyone will call while I'm in the chair when the dentist has both hands, up to his elbows, in my mouth. That would just be my luck.
I'm pretty blue and am having a little trouble controlling my emotions but I guess that's just because I don't know what is going to happen and I'm anxious. Hubby says he'll love me anyway, even if I only have one ****. Heck, they are small enough normally to be almost non-existent. Not like it's going to be a great loss. LOL At least I can joke about it.
So everyone just keep me in your prayers. I figure if I have enough people rooting for me, the outcome has got to be good.
I really cried yesterday when I was talking to the radiologist (even though I promised myself I wouldn't). I mean it's not like I've grown accustomed to my ****...oh wait....I have. Nevermind. LOL
But he did assure me that this wasn't the "bad" kind of cancer and that the survivability rate is quite high. (Which oddly enough wasn't overly reassuring, you know discussing the likelihood of me surviving and all that).
So now we wait, again, to see where we go from here. Don't know if I need a surgeon, an oncologist or a surgical oncologist. I figure that is where my OB/GYN comes in, to guide me down the golden path.
And don't you know that I have a dental appointment on Monday morning at 10:00 an hour away from here. I figure everyone will call while I'm in the chair when the dentist has both hands, up to his elbows, in my mouth. That would just be my luck.
I'm pretty blue and am having a little trouble controlling my emotions but I guess that's just because I don't know what is going to happen and I'm anxious. Hubby says he'll love me anyway, even if I only have one ****. Heck, they are small enough normally to be almost non-existent. Not like it's going to be a great loss. LOL At least I can joke about it.
So everyone just keep me in your prayers. I figure if I have enough people rooting for me, the outcome has got to be good.