Lumpy is happy and Leaky is healing aka my breast cancer concern

WARNING – This post was written while under the influence of some lovely, if somewhat ineffectual, pain meds, so I can’t be held responsible for the content or coherentness of what follows.

Because it’s a bit difficult to type at the moment, given Leaky’s new nickname is Ginormous, here’s an actual Microblog Monday-esque, Reader’s Digest version of the past week.

Last Monday afternoon, I got a call from Dr B’s office with the bloody discharge culture results. Once again, everything was NORMAL! Also, turns out Lumpy didn’t need extra attention after all – Dr. B thought my sclerosing adenosis was with atypia (essentially abnormal cells), but it was without, meaning Lumpy is a-okay.

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Thursday, after a long, long, LONG day at day surgery (the case before mine took much longer than anticipated), Leaky was bandaged up and sent home to heal. While the Dr. A (the surgeon) told hubby and the eldest that she was happy with what she saw, and she was able to remove the milk duct that was bleeding, I still have to wait until some time mid-week for the pathology report. So at the moment, I’d say I’m 99% out of the woods (which, coincidentally, is about how much my right side is bruised and hurty).

I mean, I fully expected this to be a bit more uncomfortable than Lumpy’s biopsy, but seriously, even with bottles and bottles of vodka the meds Dr A prescribed for me, I’m having –

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Here’s to hoping I can wrap up this saga next week with a, “Lumpy and Leaky were happily pain-free and cancer-free, ever after.”

Oh, and I picked the picture for the blog graphic because while I was waiting for surgery (in my surgical gown with my IV in place), I had to hop up and head to the little girl’s room a number of times. Thankfully, the day surgery wing was essentially empty, so the only people who were consistently flashed were hubby (who laughed) and our eldest (sorry again, baby!).

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