Day 3
Yesterday was my appointment with the surgeon. Wow, scary.
The nurse told me when I first went in that my operation would probably entail a lumpectomy to remove the lump. However when the Dr examined everything he felt that the lump was bigger than they originally thought, and I would now have to get a full mastectomy.
Really didn't see that coming. The weird question I asked...do I get my nipple back??! They laughed. I was serious.
They then explained about the options. Apparently they can do all sorts of things these days....tattoo nipples, gather skin. Regardless, it's not the same.
I will never have my original breast again. I never thought something like this would bother me, but by god it does.
So I am off to see the plastic surgeon today to discuss my options.
My op is booked for Monday 30 July. They say I'll need a few weeks off work. First thought....perfect timing....the Olympics are on! Second thought....god, I hope work will be ok with it. Third thought.....shit, I'm going to have my breast removed.
I'm sure my order of thoughts should have been the other way around!
Turns out my Dad is away this weekend, so I have just got off the phone from telling him. He was shocked, but not upset. But then, I've never really seen him show much emotion. Just tried to reassure me that everything would be ok.
So I've been told to sit tight until after the op, when they will then get the pathology results and let me know what further treatment I require. It really is a waiting game....why can't this just be quick?!
It's like someone saying to you, I've got the biggest secret to tell you, but you have to wait 3 weeks for it - the suspense!
In saying that I'm looking at the title of this post....Day 3.....how quickly things have happened.