My Journey II

Two days later I returned with my husband in tow. 

Dr. Muyleart was going to do some tests a few that he felt certain Eric wouldn't want to be in the room for.  He said husband's are usually very uncomfortable with the procedures or rather seeing him perform the procedures. 

He opted to stay anyway.

Long story short after the tests all came back..... I had a lump in my breast, one with "concerning edges", a growth in my uterus, a growth outside my uterus, a cyst on a ovary and a few other things that while I was having surgery he would be checking on and removing if need be. 

(no wonder we never were able to have another baby)

After some meetings I was very fortunate enough to get my surgery scheduled to include all procedures to be done while going under just once.  It meant coordinating schedules, two seperate teams and who knows what else....I was blessed again with those doctors taking it upon themselves to get their staff to handle it all. 

I had jumped through so many hoops handing insurance problems and getting everything approved and making sure both offices had all copies of all tests, labs, procedures, etc

(they were lost twice so I gathered all info and hand delivered it to both offices myself)

We got all this done in about a week.

"Dee" Day (as we called it) dawned.

Dr Hunton was scheduled to go first. I signed the papers for a mastectomy if once he got in there and found bad news. They move me to prep and we get ready and wait. 

And wait. 

Dr. Muyleart is now finished with his previous surgery and eventually came and sat with me to wait on Dr. Hunton. Dr. H was involved in a surgery that was taking longer than expected. Every so often Dr. M would go check on Dr. H to see where he was at and how much longer.  Finally, Dr. H comes back to my prep room.

We all go over the plan and they wheel me away. 

Dr. H went first. He ended up removing a pretty large lump from my right breast and had to leave a scar on the side under my arm that would be hard to conceal at times. 

Next, Dr. M is up to do his thang.

A cyst was removed along with three growths and cells were all scraped and burned off. 

Home I'm sent.

Everything looks ok they tell me, but we won't know for sure until all the labs come back. 

I've got to wait about a week. I've went back to work.

I get a call from the hospital to come in, can you come in today they ask....

Calls to come in are never good. 

I'm greeted with some half smiles and another cup of Joe. 

 I have "funky" cells. I'm gonna take some medicine for awhile. But all is ok.  While on the medicine I will gain weight. I will have other side effects from the meds.  I will more than likely take the meds from one to three years. 

  I will need to not get pregnant.

Life is gonna change somewhat, but you're probably going to be ok.

......probably.......