I'm feeling pretty good today, under the circumstances, and I could probably be up and working, but I have decided to milk this a bit, no pun intended, and take a little time for myself. My dear friend, Sharon W., whose Cranberry Walnut Relish is featured in the post below, advised me not to get dressed, do my hair or put on makeup because then everyone expects you to be just as you always are, taking care of things and getting the job done. I can't very well be expected to work in my pajamas, now can I?
The wire had been wrapped in gauze and was taped down to my skin. I was advised to travel braless over to the Surgical Center where the procedure was to be done. I laughed and told the tech helping me that I had not gone braless since the late '60's. She said, "Me neither!", then we both laughed uproariously! Imagine the scene.... two 60-somethings standing in a tiny dressing room, me with a wire sticking out of my boob and both of us laughing like crazy about going braless. Humor always helps at times like that.
Now, here comes the best part! At the Surgical Center I was handed this huge paper gown to change in to. I was escorted to a prep room and situated on the gurney. My nurse, Julie, asked "Do you run hot or cold?" and I replied that I run on the cold side. So she hooked up what looked like a vacuum cleaner hose to a port in my huge paper gown and then she turned on the warm airflow. Sweet Baby Jeepers! My gown sort of inflated with wonderful warm air. I was in heaven!
Fast forward. The surgery is over, I am bound up with bandages and something that looks suspiciously like a TUBE TOP, this time from the '70's. Another fashion blast from the past! Going braless AND a tube top, all in one day!
I was discharged and Mr. T. brought the car up to the secret door that leads to the street. As we were driving home, Mr. T. told me that the surgeon had come out after surgery and spoken to him. He said (with that funny twinkle in his eye that tells me that he is about to deliver a zinger), that all went well and that the full pathology would be ready in about a week. Then he says, "The surgeon said that your milk ducts were not the problem, the problem was in your MILK DUDS." Then he handed me this.
I love that man.
UPDATE - December 18th.
I am so happy and relieved to say that the pathology report has come in. The letter for today is "B" for BENIGN! I had been steeling myself for bad news, (family history...) and the mass removed was termed "pre-cancerous", but that particular bullet has been dodged, at least for now. I'm feeling so very grateful.
Now, everyone, go schedule your mammogram!