Just a Little Surgery

Warning: I say breast in this post.

About a month and a half ago, the doctor recommended I get an ultrasound on my left breast because I was having some strange discharge. I wasn’t too excited about getting an US because I had to drive an hour away to the breast specialist and it cost $$. I went anyway after Nathan telling me it’s better to be safe than sorry. The doctor told me I had an enlarged duct and they could see there was something in it. I was caught off guard because I was just supposed to drive up there, give them money, have them tell they don’t see anything and send me on my way. The doctor said, “We need to take a biopsy.” Me: “Right now??” Doctor: “Yes.” Me: Tears begin. I was a little emotional, A: I was up there all by myself B: That time of month and C: I was expecting there to be nothing.

The doctor called a week later and told me I have a papilloma in my enlarged duct and I needed to get it surgically removed. There is a possibility that it may have cancer near it or turn into cancer. More tears. I was pretty sore for the next 3-4 weeks after the biopsy and definitely not excited for surgery.

I met with the surgeon this past Wednesday just to get to know her, talk about the process, and so on… She told me she had an opening TOMORROW! I was like ummmm, on the verge of saying NO. And Nathan said, DO IT and get it over with. So I said in a tiny voice “okay”.

My mom headed down early in the morning and all 3 of us headed over to the Pleasanton Kaiser. The first step was to put a wire in the duct so that when they did the surgery they knew exactly where to go. After the wire was placed, I had to be wheelchaired over to be prepped for the surgery.

I got to put on these fancy socks-

I had to lay there for 3 hours while we waited for it to be my turn to go into surgery. Mom and Nathan were such great company. Except I had to fast until after the surgery and while we were waiting all we talked about was FOOD. Of course.

They finally wheeled me in and put me to sleep and before I knew it, I was being wheeled out to the recovery room. I have been feeling well and it hasn’t been too bad of a recovery so far. The first 2 days were the worst.

They will let me know if a week there was any cancer. Let’s hope it’s clean.