Wed. January 22, 2020 at 7:15 I checked into AMI for my routine breast MRI. I was planning on going alone but I mistakenly told the nurse that I was going to take a xanax for the clautrophobia. She said I would need a driver. Turns out I needed that driver. The MRI itself was fine but when I got up, I was extremely dizzy and thought I was going to throw up.
The tech said that I should hear something either Thursday or Friday. I knew that I was fine so I wasn't concerned. I mean, there's always a little buzz in your head that it might find something but there was no reason to think so. I hadn't felt any breast changes.
Friday I called the doctor because I hadn't gotten the results yet. I wasn't worried but just wanted the "all clear" heading into the weekend. Mostly because my mom would be calling me and asking me every day until I heard something.
The doctor was out of the office and would not get a chance to read them until Monday. Bummer! Then I got an email from AMI saying that my report was ready. Whoot! I didn't even need the doctor to give me the all clear.
Except the report said, "worst kinetics initial phase rapid, delayed phase washout." The report said, "measures 7 x 4 x 6 mm seen best on images...". Recommend targeted ultra sound followed by MRI guided needle biopsy.
So it's Monday, the 27th, and I'm waiting for the doctor to call to tell me I need an ultrasound and biopsy. Well so much for "routine."
Wed., January 29, 2020 - went in for that silly ultrasound. I thought I'd be back to work by 11:00. The tech came back in and told me that they wanted to do the biopsy now.
I was annoyed that Steve wanted to go with me to the ultrasound. I thought it was a little silly for him to take off work to drive me to an appointment that was going to take a half hour. Once again, God has bigger plans than I do.
I asked the tech to bring my husband in and we talked about what was going to happen. He then had to wait out in the hallway for them to do the actual biopsy.
A little pinch and then nothing. I got to watch the biopsy being done on the ultrasound machine. It was really cool! I'm so amazed by the science of all of this. I got to see the lesion and see the needle go into it and grab the tissue needed for testing.
Then it was off to mammo and then about a 30 minute wait and off to MRI. We finally checked out after about 4 1/2 hours.
Friday, January 31, 2020 - no cancer! Yay! But the tumors have to be removed so they don't continue to grow.
Monday, February 3, 2020 - appointment with Dr. Kampfe. I'll have surgery on Thursday to remove the tumors. That will be fun.
Thursday, February 6, 2020 - checked into the hospital at 5:30 am. Went back at 7:30 for a wire needle placement. Not as fun as it sounds but not bad. I teared up once and said, "it's just all a little overwhelming sometimes." They were really patient and supportive. The nurse got my IV in one try (YAY) but it took two tries to take blood. You win some, you lose some. At 8:31 they wheeled me back into surgery.
I think I was hilarious when I was waking up in recovery. Minus the part where I yanked the mask off of my face. I told them I couldn't wake up with that on me. They thought I was kidding. I wasn't trying to be mean, I just thought someone was trying to suffocate me. Thanks, PTSD. I told the nurse how amazing my husband was and I told her I was fat and that's why I burned my chin with pizza. I told the guy in the next cubby that I was sorry that he had to go upstairs but glad that I didn't. The nurse must not have enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed her because I was taken back to my room pretty quickly (or not, I really had no concept of time because my eyes kept closing.)
Once we got back to my room I asked for a diet coke. She very sweetly brought me a diet pepsi and some saltine crackers. I don't understand why they bring you the driest food in the whole world when you have the driest mouth in the whole world. I asked if I could go home. I told her I had diet coke at home. :)
Friday, February 14, 2020 - It has been an exhausting couple of weeks but we have made it. All of the labs are in and I do not have any cancer. I am healing well. I had the drain removed on Monday and have been back at work since Tuesday. It's been a long week but we've survived.
My husband has very sweetly given me the plague for heart day. I mean, it's a nasty cold but it seriously hurts my entire chest to cough and I'm not feeling very thankful for that at the moment.
I will have a follow-up appointment next week, another one in 3 months and then another MRI in 6 months.
This has been our journey. I have met some really great people. All of the staff at all of the places have been wonderful. My family has been wonderful. My friends have been wonderful. Work has been super supportive.
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