I woke this morning to a nervous stomach. I am trying not to "think" too much because that is what gets me in trouble. My husband seems a little on edge today which I am breaking down to his nerves as well.
Went to my pre-op appointment at the hospital. Waited while everyone's number got called. Sat there,reading, anxiously awaiting my turn.
My turn. I go to registration and then I am taken to another waiting room. Luckily in this room I barely sat my tush down before being escorted to the radiology room. I signed consent forms and then there I am again in one of those super stylish - open at the front gowns. I am walked over to a tiny table that barely fits my body width. In walk 3 strangers in green scrubs, two men and a woman. They introduce themselves and explain that they will be watching from afar. The one man tells me my doctor (Surgical Oncologist) for tomorrow, is really great. That was comforting. The same man began to explain the radiologist will inject me on both sides with a numbing agent and then the radioactive fluid. It is similar to getting dental work done. I laughed and replied , "yes, except the injections are going into my nipples."
I wait a bit before the radiologist comes in. He cleans the area and then countdown. 3.2.1. I close my eyes and squeeze the techs hand in anticipation of pain. Barely felt it. Then the second injection. Some radioactive something or other that burned a little going in. Clean and repeat on the other side. It wasn't too bad at all. Next step was to be scanned by the MRI machine. After an hour lying with my hands over my head, the activation of the fluid they injected was complete. When the doctors open me up tomorrow morning I will "light up like the 4th of July." (Thank you Katy Perry.)
We rush over to the next doctor, my plastic surgeon. Wait another hour. Once in the room the doctor asks if I have any questions concerning the reconstruction. He pulls out a blue surgical marker and draws his lines. I am now a walking Salvador Dali portrait. He snaps more photos and even sends them to my surgical oncologist. My husband was thrilled to get his homework assignment of tracing the lines before and after I shower. My doctors parting words are :
" now remember your first post-op think "funky"!
"When you build a house you build the foundation which doesn't look that nice but before you know it you will have a tennis court and swimming pool."
Hmmm. Okay. So here is to my future swimming pool and taking up tennis.
With Hugs and Love,
Heather
No comments:
Post a Comment