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smokingboot) wrote2024-08-07 05:19 pm
smokingboot) wrote2024-08-07 05:19 pm
They've Lost It
Good news; The surgeon can't feel the presence of Lumpy any more.
Bad news; Still got to take it out, q the plan.
Appointment 1: new X-Ray and mammogram to find marker, and check on other two gritty bits. Then, another marker must be put in because marker 1 shows up on X-ray but cannot be felt, so the surgeon won't know where to cut. Marker 2 will be detectable from the outside because it will basically - and how cool is this? - use actual radar. I am counting on a few days of being a human submarine.
Appt 2: Pre-op to make sure I'm OK to go under anaesthetic etc.
Appt 3: Op. Out comes lumpy and both markers I trust, as well as a couple of lymph nodes. Prior to this they'll inject me with some radioactive dye stuff to show up said nodes or something. All I really remember about this is that apparently it will turn my urine a rather fetching blue.
Appt 4: Results and further diagnosis plus dates for radiotherapy and chemo if needed. Worrying stuff; they mentioned keeping me on letrozole for possibly 5 years. While I see the sense in this and know that other people have been on it longer, I am dismayed by this news. Yes, it has done its job ferociously well and I appreciate it, but five years is a long time to feel icky every day. Much more oestrogen stripped out of me and folk will start thinking bears have been reintroduced to Scotland.
More seriously, I really will have to focus on osteoporosis prevention.
But.
The plan is a-go, and I think we're almost ready.
After all that, we went to the movies and watched Deadpool and Wolverine. which was complete facile rubbish of course, but perfect for me and for now. Channing Tatum does Gambit proud though nothing's ever going to rescue that headgear. My fangirl heart stopped to see the return of Blade, still cool after all this time.
I have lots to think about, but now we're home and I am going to chill.
Bad news; Still got to take it out, q the plan.
Appointment 1: new X-Ray and mammogram to find marker, and check on other two gritty bits. Then, another marker must be put in because marker 1 shows up on X-ray but cannot be felt, so the surgeon won't know where to cut. Marker 2 will be detectable from the outside because it will basically - and how cool is this? - use actual radar. I am counting on a few days of being a human submarine.
Appt 2: Pre-op to make sure I'm OK to go under anaesthetic etc.
Appt 3: Op. Out comes lumpy and both markers I trust, as well as a couple of lymph nodes. Prior to this they'll inject me with some radioactive dye stuff to show up said nodes or something. All I really remember about this is that apparently it will turn my urine a rather fetching blue.
Appt 4: Results and further diagnosis plus dates for radiotherapy and chemo if needed. Worrying stuff; they mentioned keeping me on letrozole for possibly 5 years. While I see the sense in this and know that other people have been on it longer, I am dismayed by this news. Yes, it has done its job ferociously well and I appreciate it, but five years is a long time to feel icky every day. Much more oestrogen stripped out of me and folk will start thinking bears have been reintroduced to Scotland.
More seriously, I really will have to focus on osteoporosis prevention.
But.
The plan is a-go, and I think we're almost ready.
After all that, we went to the movies and watched Deadpool and Wolverine. which was complete facile rubbish of course, but perfect for me and for now. Channing Tatum does Gambit proud though nothing's ever going to rescue that headgear. My fangirl heart stopped to see the return of Blade, still cool after all this time.
I have lots to think about, but now we're home and I am going to chill.