Surgery? Check.

To everyone who has been sending the positive energy and kind thoughts and words (and flowers and chocolates and tea and housecleaning and, the list just goes on and on....) thank you. We have felt your love most sincerely and we most sincerely appreciate it.

I got discharged a bit late today--it seems that my surgeon was assigned another case today and I'm thinking he assumed someone else from his office would see to my discharge, but, no such luck. So, after figuring I'd get to leave the lovely Summit hospital around 11 this morning, I actually got to walk out the doors around 4:30 p.m.

And sleep last night? Sheesh. You need sleep to heal, but heaven knows that the hospital is not the place to get sleep. Between being awakened to have my blood pressure checked every 4 hours, and my IV bag going empty and beeping at 3 a.m. and, well, oy vey, I got about 5 hours sleep last night. I'm sooooooo looking forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight.

For the very brave of heart, there is clinical pre-op info down below, but don't feel compelled to read this. I only put it here for the gluttons for punishment (like myself).

I'll be checking in with my oncologist on Tuesday and the surgeon on Friday. The surgeon will need to put in a port for the chemo, but I'm sure that happens a bit closer to chemo, which will likely start in about 4 weeks (after we take Em off to Santa Barbara).

So, there won't really be much news until next week, and so we'll have a bit of a lull in these updates. Thank you again, so very very much, to everyone.

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Here be the icky clinicial stuff........

So, we arrived at the Breast Health Center at the Summit "campus" and first up were the "wires". Guided by ultrasound, the very nice doctor (Dr. Kanter is an opera fan, so he and I had a very nice discussion and he heartily recommends I take in the Seattle Opera's ring cycle), inserted wires on either side of the so-called mass, to guide the surgeon. The wire insertion was preceded by local anesthetic, so it didn't hurt. But he had to wiggle the needle inside the breast to see it on the ultrasound, and I was a teensy bit concerned that the lidocaine would wear off before I got the general anesthesia for surgery. (It didn't <whew>)

Then off for a mammogram that showed the wires.

I had to get in a wheelchair and then in an ambulance to be taken the whole 4 blocks to the hospital. Arrived there around 9:30, got checked in to Same Day Surgery, and then wheeled down to Nuclear Medicine. Probably the worst part. They need to shoot isotopes into the breast to "highlight" the sentinel lymph node(s). Which means a needle under the nipple. This, too, was preceded by local anesthetic. But still? Something I'd prefer to avoid in the future.

Loaded with wires and isotopes, I was wheeled back to Same Day Surgery, where I met the kindly anesthesiologist, who checked to make sure I had no allergies, blah, blah, blah. I got wheeled over to surgery, they put something dopey into the IV and then put the mask over my face. I remember thinking, "oh, the mask is over my face" and then I woke up in recovery.

I felt fine until the nurse told me I would not be returning to Same Day Surgery, but would be spending the night because I knew that meant they found something in the lymph nodes. Damn, damn, and double damn.

I'm not experiencing much pain and I've been good about moving the left arm. I have a drain from the surgical wound, and will need to empty it for about 4 days. But all in all, this is not all that bad. Certainly easier than chemo will be. More on that after we get the pathology report and have my doctor's appointments next week.

From Frank

Hi all friends and family and assorted loved ones. Karen is in the hospital tonight, so she asked me to post everyone about her status.

She is in good spirits and quite chipper after a rough day of surgery.

She has been pretty clinical and detailed, so in that vein, I'll do my best: After pre-op poking her with wires and injecting her with various unnatural substances starting at 7:45 a.m., she went into surgery at 12:00 noon, and was out a little before 3:00. They took out the tumor, and will be studying it for the next few days to gain confidence that they got all of it. They also took out her "sentinel lymph node" and tested it for cancer. It tested positive, so they had to go in and take out all her lymph nodes on that side. They will be testing them over the next several days to determine if they are cancerous. The prognosis will be influenced by the number of lymph nodes affected. Frankly, the oncologist has made it pretty clear that an aggressive treatment of chemotherapy is in Karen's future.

She's extremely brave and in good spirits. I have extended all of our love to her, and I know she appreciates the extraordinary kindness that has been shown, including notes, calls, flowers, dinners, cleaning, and checking in on the girls. Really amazing, and I know she feels very much loved. As she should.

Ming Kuan, Oncologist

I met my medical oncologist today (that's the one who gets to prescribe the ickiest part of this whole process, the chemotherapy). Loved her. Dr. Ming Kuan answered all Frank's and my questions and even put us a bit at ease. (Invasive does not imply, as I had assumed, that the cancer had necessarily invaded something. The biopsy merely indicates that it has the capacity to do so. And, as we all keep saying, we'll know more after surgery. Which is less than two days away. Yay!)

Dr. Kuan ordered a CT scan just to ensure the cancer hasn't spread, and I get to do that tomorrow afternoon, after I meet with my radiation oncologist, Dr. Roig.

The nicest bit of all this news is that all my cancer doctors (except my surgeon) and nurses, etc. are all in one wonderful facility. I get to show up and they have all my info. My CT scan tomorrow? At the Comprehensive Cancer Center. My radiation oncologist? Same place. And when I go back to my medical oncologist next Tuesday, post-op? Yep, at the Cancer Center. Makes things *much* easier.

They gave me a lovely, helpful binder, with all sorts of info in it. And it has tabs for things like phone numbers, and medication lists, and lab results. Which is great. Because my little folder was beginning to show the signs of wear & tear from too much paper and from being carted around.

So. On to the CT scan and meeting my other doctor, and then, *finally*, surgery on Thursday.

Oh, and, I've shared this link with a few folks, but I've really enjoyed this woman's blog from when she had cancer last year, so I thought I'd share it with everyone: http://www.alixnorth.com/navigational-chart-breast-cancer-patients.

Green Light: Surgery

Yay! After all the rigemarole of approvals and schedules, we have a surgery date.

Next Thursday, August 30, at 7:45 a.m., I'll check in to Summit West (in Oakland) where they'll begin the prep work (inserting a wire), then I'll move on to Summit North, where they'll do more prep work. Then on to the nuclear facility (I'm not even kidding, that's what she called it) for yet another wire. From there, it's on to the OR. Sheesh.

Assuming it's only a lumpectomy, I should be done by 3 p.m. and home that afternoon. If they have to take out the lymph nodes, well, then, I get to spend the night in the lovely hospital and go home on Friday morning.

I'm meeting my oncologist and radiologist this Tuesday and Wednesday, respectively, to fill out paperwork and do the pre-consults. After the surgery, I have been told it takes about a week for the full pathology report to have been digested such that my chemo/radiation treatment can be determined and begun.

And that's when the real fun begins. ;-)

The Waiting Game

Well, now we're just waiting. And rather than have people fret and wonder what the heck is going on, I'll just give you the situation, as we currently know it.

We got the pathology report last Thursday just before meeting with the surgeon. Technically, all we know so far is that I have "invasive DCIS (ductal carcinoma in situ)". It appears that there is lymphatic and/or vascular invasion. But they can't know anything for certain until I have a lumpectomy. Which will happen as soon as we can get approved. Which will happen in five to ten business days. Argh! Insurance: blessing or curse?

Anyway. We're probably looking at surgery next week, sometime.

The surgeon is on the young side (Frank might prefer it if he wasn't so handsome. Me? I'm wondering if he's too old for Emily....) But very capable and Frank and I both felt assured and confident in his abilities.

During surgery, they'll check out the lymph nodes. If they look bad, they'll remove them at the same time as the lump. Afterward, they'll test the margins of what they've removed, to ensure they got everything.

But meanwhile? We just wait.

I'll email again when we've got a date for surgery.

(Also, please feel free to forward this to whomever you like. If I've missed anyone, my sincerest apologies.)

The Journey Begins

So, my doctor thought it was a cyst, but the ultrasound and mammogram indicated otherwise. A biopsy taken Friday revealed that it is, indeed, breast cancer.

That's really all I know right now. I have a surgery consult on Thursday and my doctor should have more information on exactly what kind of cancer we're looking at, on Friday. And can I just say this sucks?

I'm sending an email because I'm annoyingly weepy right now. I'm at work because, really, what would I do if I stayed home? So, there it is.

I'll let folks know more as I know it.