Thursday, 8 December 2016

Friday, December 2

It is Friday, December 2.  Earl's gonna die today.  Good riddance you life sucking cancerous irritant....and thanks for all the laughs.


Ok, as I edit this post, I have no idea what day it is.  I know it's noon.  I know I have missed most of Victoria's winter.  ;)

Friday, I entered Victoria General Hospital at 7:30 and was greeted and admitted by the cutest little thing.  She was adorable.  She offered me a private or semi-private room.  Yes.  I'll take it if it's available.

Kent and I went over to the Breast Health Clinic and got set up for the wire insertion, radioactive dye and then another mammogram.

I had the best and brightest in the department, I'm not kidding.  I'm also not kidding when I tell you that it didn't hurt. 

Here's the too much information on the procedures: the local anesthetic was inserted under ultrasound guidance.  The wire was then inserted directly into the middle of Earl.  When the wire sheath was retracted the wire had a little spring at the end that unfurled to hold itself in place.

The radiologist then prepped the needle for the radioactive dye.  He said, this will definitely hurt, I have to put this needle in your nipple.  My NiPpLe?? He said, well in the areola....I said get your anatomy right!!  I heaved a great sigh of relief....and broke out into a sweat....

That needle didn't hurt either, the mammogram that followed, it didn't hurt.

Then, there was the wait.  Up to 3 hours of waiting while the dye worked its way up the channels of the lymph and into the lymph nodes in my armpit.

Before I knew it, it was time to go in.  I was prepped by the nicest nurse.  We teased her that I was drinking Kent's coffee....
My arm was wrapped in a warm cloth in prep of the IV

I went upstairs and got into the surgical holding pattern.  I talked to the nurse, anesthetist and my surgeon, Dr. Alison Ross.

They wheeled me in the room and Alison asked me what I'd like for music, so I asked for Christian, she didn't have any.  So we settled on U2 - Joshua Tree -- Kent and I dated to that album....it's special. 

Next thing I knew, I was waking in the recovery room. A nurse said, what's your pain?  And I didn't even think about it before I answered 8!  5 times we went through this, I remember 5 injections....

I was taken to my room upstairs on 7AS and dopily wait for Kent.  I was uncomfortable, but not in pain. 

Now the recovery.






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