I was able to spend my day with my beloved mom. She was giving of her time to take me to see my surgeon today.
My expander had shifted more causing even greater pain, so this appointment was in hopes of him being able to once again try to manipulate it back into its place.
I was literally in the surgeons office for maybe 10 minutes. It had shifted to where he just turned it left, and bam it was right back to where it belonged. I was in awe. He was so excited he not only high fived me, he hugged me. He knows what a long road this breast cancer journey has been. His face was all lit up.
He wanted me to get my bra on immediately to keep the expander in its place. When he saw my bra, he was not happy. He said it was not supportive enough. His direct orders were to go to lululemon, and buy a very high end sport bra. $213.00 dollars high end. lululemon makes technical athletic clothes for yoga, running, working out, and most other sweaty pursuits. One bra for my needs was $108.00. I have many girlfriends who shop their. It was quite the treat.
Quite the treat is having my breast expander back in place, and I am praying until my surgery it stays there. My mom, and had a very enjoyable day together today. She even treated herself at lululemon.
So here is too beloved family that is willing to help when we need it. My husband got to work all day, because my mom sacrificed her time. Family is such a gift! God is great, and he knows exactly what we need when we need it!
“Honor your father and mother, and love your neighbor as yourself.” – Matthew 19:19
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “opt.” Use it as a word or find a word with “opt” in it and base your post on that. Have fun!
Opting out of this one, well not entirely. We get to see our extremely extroverted all boy grandson in just a little bit. So I am opting for a short write, so I can go to the park with our family.
They live on the Westside of Washington State so our views of Huddy is usually through our daughter’s Instagram’s stories. Which are multiple times a day, and bring us much joy. Today though is the real deal. Of course gpa and gma have a special gift for our grandson too. The joys of being grandparents.
I can’t hold it in any longer, “honey we are going to be parents”! Even though we could not have a baby of our own making, that beautiful young lady finally signed the papers. She gave us her blessing in her baby for the taking
I want to scream with giddiness, the nursery in our house has sat vacant for years. I can’t wait for the babies cries to fill the hollows of the walls that is has felt, and our ears for all too many years
It will no longer be the two of us, we will have our own little family at last. I will no longer walk past strollers looking the other way with tears brewing in my eyes. This has to be the happiest day of our lives
“Oh honey I can feel the joy bursting from your heart”! “You will make the best mommy ever, baby Evan will be lacking for nothing”. We will give Evan all the years of happiness we have been planning and hoping for in our own baby of our own making. This is how it was meant to be, Evan Michael will know he is loved beyond all measure. He is our gift given from another that we will always treasure! “A baby boy, oh the joy in the miracle that in just a matter of days he will come home swaddled in your arms, his mommy”.
“Let’s go call the family”…Evan Michael will one day be saying dadda, and momma to us. We will finally have a baby to fill the space of that nursery we made so perfect 10 years ago. It will no longer ring echos of emotional emptiness, just bliss in that of our baby
Ladies, and gentlemen this is of the utmost importance. This month is breast cancer awareness month!
Since my early 20’s I have had breast health problems. I have never had the pleasure of a mammogram coming back normal. I was the girl, that was asked to stay for more imaging followed by ultrasound imaging. Then I would get the call to schedule a biopsy, and sometimes in multiples.
The yearly process for me was more than draining. I had a few infections from just a core needle biopsy, just making it all the more fun. Woman in general aren’t supposed to necessarily get annual checkups until the age of 40. I have very dense breasts which make me a higher risk for breast cancer. So mine was every year from 24 years old on.
Fast forward to 2 years ago today. October 5, 2018 I had several titanium markers in my right breast at that time from previous biopsies. It always seemed to be the one that if I ever were to get breast cancer I figured it would be the right that I could blame, lol. Well 2 years ago I did all the norm per me. Mammogram, followed my more imaging, followed by ultrasound. This time though my doc didn’t like what she saw in my left breast, and a normal biopsy wasn’t going to cut it (play on words) so this was my first surgery to go in to take a sample of my breast tissue. She took a lot out too.
The wait was grueling to say the least, and of course I got a hematoma that was very painful in the healing process. She called my husband and I in, and shared with us all the images. Her bedside manner far from appealing. She says “I see nothing to worry about, and you’re going to have these same healthy breasts until your 80. So deal with it.” I think she thought she was humorous, I did not find her funny in the slightest. She was rude, and a little quick to pass judgment on something I myself knew too much about.
So proof came in that of my next mammogram. After all the normal more imaging, ultrasound, and all the fun stuff, I was encouraged to see a high risk breast cancer specialty clinic. I went in, and she took all my history of my breast health, and gave me a marker for my so called risk of breast cancer in my lifetime. Which was higher, and she recommended me taking Tamoxifen. No breast exam. Which I actually had some concerns. So I call up, and we go do the usual. First she says they feel like simple cysts. Let’s send you in to get one drained so it is not so painful anymore. They don’t associate pain with breast cancer. They always say breast cancer is not painful, and I had pain! So proactive I had to become!
So here we are to this year now in February. Simple cysts is what I was there for. I am in the waiting room after my mammogram for a lot longer than usual. I am getting agitated when I see all the smily ladies coming, and going. They call me back for more imaging, and ultrasound. Then they tell me their radiologist would like to speak with me. I immediately asked them to get my husband.
So there it was we were leaving with papers to have 3 biopsies in one wham bam thank you mam breast sampling party. Bring out the streamers! We were in shock, and this was all in my left breast. My right seemed to leave me alone these last two times.
So I get the call, and I am asked to come in to go over the results. Of course I take my husband for moral support. I had Lobular Carcinoma in my left breast. My right breast as well had indications of some precancerous dispositions. It was rather simple it was time for a double mastectomy. I had had enough biopsies, and been poked and prodded a lot. This was all at the beginning of Covid too. I had just accepted a job at place I had wanted to get in with for quite sometime. All the onboarding paper work was done. Orientation was set. I had to call, and back out of that. That was quite a bummer for me.
I didn’t have a lot of time to process all of what was happening. My first surgery was the sentinel lymph node biopsy to see if the cancer had spread. Thank God it had not. By this point I had already met with my oncologist, plastic surgeon, and all docs needed to do my double mastectomy, and the beginning of a partial reconstruction on April 14th. Hard to believe, as here we are in October. The recovery process is hard. I had 8 drain tubes. My husband was my at home care, and nurse. He was a God send.
I am not wanting to write a book here, just tell you the utmost importance of early detection. I still have one more surgery scheduled for November 9th. So when that doc said I had healthy breasts, and accept that I will have them until I was 80 she was very wrong. I don’t have my breasts anymore. Praise God the cancer did not spread. Covid would not have been my timing for all of this. Apparently it was God’s. My life is His, and I trust my life to Him 100%.
So please take your breast health serious. Breast cancer does not discriminate. I saw many men coming, and going when I was at my mammogram appointments.
Early detection does save lives, and being proactive can be the matter of life and death. It was in my case. God bless, and go get your breasts checked if you have not or are hesitant. It may be your difference of life, and death today!
For if we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. So then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s.Romans 14:8
I can’t begin to scratch the surface of all my emotions that my son is going camping with us this Labor Day weekend.
He is moving in 2 weeks, and he is extremely Covid introverted. So for a mom like me I felt so blessed, when he asked if he could go. I was in shock because since Covid I have only seen him one other time. Now I get to spend 3 whole days with him. Family is the tie that binds. God is the one who makes it happen!
I see excitement under his mask. He has not camped, and here his mom grew up gutting her own fish by 5th grade. I love camping, and am so excited my husband and myself will be the the first to introduce him to…putting up a tent, sunscreen, bon fires, s’mores, and hot cocoa, and so much more. We will create memories of the heart this weekend. We will share many deep belly laughs, and lots of sun! Kayaks too!
Thank God He knew we needed some family time before my son moves in 2 weeks. Scratching my head in awe of how great a God we serve?!?! Nope because I know He loves me just that much and more! For Him my heart adores!