The surgery had gone very well and I was pleased.
On Saturday, Sept. 5, a nurse came to my home to check on me. I was doing great. She and I chatted about anything and everything for about an hour. She was really nice. I could have kicked myself afterwards as I never offered her anything to drink....coffee, water, etc. What the??
I saw Dr. Watters for a follow-up appt. on Sept. 16 to get the pathology results. Michelle came with me. He explained that all had gone well with surgery and that the margins around the tumour were clean, meaning they got all the cancer form the lumpectomy. However, the 2 lymph nodes they removed were cancerous. I told him that that is not what he was supposed to tell me (joking with him). I told him that I expected the nodes to be clean and I would then have the radiation he had told me about and that would be the end of that. So I was a little down about that. Up until this point I had been doing pretty good. I was still ok about all this, but still. He said I would have an appt. to discuss radiation and another to discuss chemo. Yes, chemo. It was more apparent now that chemo was more than just a possibility.
So many appts., so many hospitals, doctors, nurses, clinics......it's a lot keep track of, but anyhow.....
On Sept. 22, Barb came with me to an appt. at the Irving Greenberg Family Cancer Centre (part of the QCH) to meet with Dr. Lochrin, a radiologist.
****SIDEBAR**** Am I dead and don't know it? I have 2 flies bugging me and I can't seem to swat them dead. Are these the same 2 that were harassing me last night? Do you know how irritating flies are?? OMG! They are making me crazy!! Oh, on with my story......
Dr. Lochrin was very nice and had a slight accent. I asked if it was Scottish and she said, no, it was Irish. Even better!! She went over the details of radiation, but I needed to have my appt. with Dr. Dent who would discuss whether or not I was having chemo. I think it was pretty clear I would be having chemo, and Dr. Lochrin couldn't go into all the details about radiation until I knew if I was having chemo. Hmmm, I asked why it was that I didn't have the chemo appt. first. She said it was simply a matter of timing and who could see me first etc.
True fact: When Barb and I arrived for my appt, we went into the main lobby of the Irving Greenberg Cancer Centre and headed to the elevators. The appt was on the second floor. When we were done, we got in the elevator and pressed "1". When we got out, we were lost. Where the heck were we? This wasn't where we came in!? We couldn't understand, so asked someone who seemed to notice the stunned blank looks on are pathetic faces. She told us we needed to go back to the 2nd floor. We said we just came from the 2nd floor and when we arrived we went to the 2nd floor. She couldn't help us, only telling us that the main lobby was on the second floor. Uh??? Long story short........when we came in, we got in the elevator, pressed 2 and when the doors opened, we got out and headed to the left, the direction we needed to go. Little did we know that the lobby/main entrance ARE on the 2nd floor, so when we got on the elevator, the doors closed and we hit "2", we didn't go anywhere. The doors opened and we got off on the same floor. Between all the gabbing we were doing and assuming we were on the first floor in the first place..........well, you get it. Barb blamed me for our senior moment. After all, I had been leading the way. I can't believe we didn't know we had come down the hall, gone into the elevator, didn't go anywhere, got off and continued on our way, totally oblivious. I can only imagine watching the camera footage and laughing at those idiots!
Hmmmmmm, that reminds me of the times when we were growing up, Barb and I being the youngest of 6 children, only 13 months apart and how I got blamed for the "bad" things that we did.....the silly things like flushing a bar of soap down the toilet and plugging it. Is a 4 year old any wiser than a 3 year old??