Breast Cancer. Sinus Infection. It's all the same, really.
08.15.05 (10:09 am) [edit]
My time is limited these days, so I'm temporarily suspending fabulous quotes and the daily W. count. Sometimes you just have to make adjustments.
Back to the breast cancer fun. After about six hours of being shuffled from one cold place to another, with needles sticking out of my breast, they finally got around to operating on me. They removed about 1.3 cm of tissue and did a sentinel node biopsy. They are cleverly leaving the results of the biopsy until I see them on Thursday. Will I have chemo or not? Just another wonderful surprise from One of the Best Cancer Hospitals In the Country. They will let me know on Thursday. That is, unless they change the appointment. They have this truly annoying habit of telling me I have an appointment at a certain time on a certain day, then telling me it's on another day and time when I call to confirm. God, I love it when they do that. People keep asking me if it doesn't stress me out to have this ever-changing appointment situation. Oh heavens no, I love being kept in the dark about these things. It's just so much more fun and interesting if, in addition to wondering whether I'll have chemo or another operation, I also get to wonder about when my appointment is actually going to occur.
I just went directly back to work last week, three days after surgery. No one required that I do that, I just thought I should. In the little paper they gave me after my operation, they told me I could just resume normal activities. So I did. My therapist, my psychiatrist and my mother would all like to know why I thought that was a good idea. Well, if they had said, for instance, "resume normal activities, but only for four hours a day," I would certainly have been sitting on my sofa instead of sitting in my office in front of the computer. It has become apparent that I wasn't supposed to resume my activities. Goddamn it. It's so annoying to know that I could have been hanging around my living room, eating bon bons instead of watching one of my co-workers have a serious case of the weepies all day.
As to why my co-worker was weeping at her desk everytime I walked by, I was not much inclined to question her. She had already compared her sinus infection to my breast cancer...they're essentially the same in her mind. I don't mean to sound overly dramatic, but I'm pretty sure that breast cancer trumps sinus infection every single time.
Another of my colleagues has decided that she is going to drive me to Houston and back on Thursday. Has she asked if that's what I'd like to do? No. Why bother to ask me. In fact, when I thought the appointment was last Thursday (see above), she wanted me to change the day specifically so that I could leave the driving to her. Oh, sure. Let me alter my breast cancer schedule to accomodate your needs.
I think I've complained enough for the day. Here's the deal. On Thursday, I find out what happens next. In the meantime, I'm continuing my friendly relationship with Xanax.
Back to the breast cancer fun. After about six hours of being shuffled from one cold place to another, with needles sticking out of my breast, they finally got around to operating on me. They removed about 1.3 cm of tissue and did a sentinel node biopsy. They are cleverly leaving the results of the biopsy until I see them on Thursday. Will I have chemo or not? Just another wonderful surprise from One of the Best Cancer Hospitals In the Country. They will let me know on Thursday. That is, unless they change the appointment. They have this truly annoying habit of telling me I have an appointment at a certain time on a certain day, then telling me it's on another day and time when I call to confirm. God, I love it when they do that. People keep asking me if it doesn't stress me out to have this ever-changing appointment situation. Oh heavens no, I love being kept in the dark about these things. It's just so much more fun and interesting if, in addition to wondering whether I'll have chemo or another operation, I also get to wonder about when my appointment is actually going to occur.
I just went directly back to work last week, three days after surgery. No one required that I do that, I just thought I should. In the little paper they gave me after my operation, they told me I could just resume normal activities. So I did. My therapist, my psychiatrist and my mother would all like to know why I thought that was a good idea. Well, if they had said, for instance, "resume normal activities, but only for four hours a day," I would certainly have been sitting on my sofa instead of sitting in my office in front of the computer. It has become apparent that I wasn't supposed to resume my activities. Goddamn it. It's so annoying to know that I could have been hanging around my living room, eating bon bons instead of watching one of my co-workers have a serious case of the weepies all day.
As to why my co-worker was weeping at her desk everytime I walked by, I was not much inclined to question her. She had already compared her sinus infection to my breast cancer...they're essentially the same in her mind. I don't mean to sound overly dramatic, but I'm pretty sure that breast cancer trumps sinus infection every single time.
Another of my colleagues has decided that she is going to drive me to Houston and back on Thursday. Has she asked if that's what I'd like to do? No. Why bother to ask me. In fact, when I thought the appointment was last Thursday (see above), she wanted me to change the day specifically so that I could leave the driving to her. Oh, sure. Let me alter my breast cancer schedule to accomodate your needs.
I think I've complained enough for the day. Here's the deal. On Thursday, I find out what happens next. In the meantime, I'm continuing my friendly relationship with Xanax.
