I got pretty much the best I could hope to hear last Friday in my follow-up appointment. I did ask Bryan if he thought there was any chance that Dr. El-Tamer would tell me this was all a big mistake and there was actually nothing wrong with me. Bryan said not a chance in hell. Mass was 1 cm and my surgeon said he got clean margins. Very minimal (a trace he said) in one node which he removed, but that makes it stage 2. That’s the good news. It is small and only present in one lymph node.
The bad news is it is high grade and necrotic. This means it is growing fast. As explained to me, the best course is to treat this with chemotherapy. Since it is growing fast it tends to respond better. If the tumor was limited to the breast, and not aggressive or invasive just radiation after surgery would have been proposed.
So . . . how do I feel? Except for the ugly scars, I still don’t feel like someone with cancer.
I am healing well but a slight allergic reaction to the stitches. That should be fine. I can swim and I can bike outside but I can’t run for about two more months. No bouncing activities because of the surgery. I can do pretty much anything else except lay on my stomach. I meet with the chemotherapy oncologist on Thursday, April 27 and the radiation oncologist on Monday, May 1st.
My feelings — this Thursday is when the shit hits the fan — a treatment plan will be reassuring on one hand but scary on the other. And it means this is all real.
Here’s what I woke up to this morning. Thank you Erin, you made me cry. But it in a good way!
“Today, I race the first of many races for my friend, Moira Easton Horan, since she is busy beating cancer! The red flower represents strength, and she is one of the strongest women I know! Your flower is coming, Moira! I picked it up yesterday 🙂
#teamcoeur2017 #hardcoeur #cancersucks — with Moira Easton Horan.”
Thank you all so much, please keep the thoughts and prayers coming 💕💕