Anyway, backin up a bit. Mediport removal was scheduled for Tuesday, December 7. And I just felt the need to express my appreciation to my awesome surgeon, Dr V, in some way. So when I saw the pink poinsettia at the store, I thought, how perfect! So I wrote a little Thank You note & put it in the plant & brought it to give to Dr V.
And we got there & Dr V got right down to business. Didn't even give me a chance to start the whole freak out - panic - cryfest I thought would happen. Yeah, I was a bit nervous waiting for him to come in, but, he came in, gave me a gown, & then when he came back, it was ON....or...out. He numbed up the area & then just got to work. And O & Dr V & I were all chitty chattin away while he worked. And yes, he says it would be expected to see a touch of lymphedma with that many lymph nodes removed. He said he's seen it with 1 node removed. So, good thing I got my sleeve & learned the "self massage" treatment. #notlikethat
And about 15 minutes after Dr V began, we were leavin with my "Little Alien Buddy" in my purse. Of course I'd want to keep it. I kind of think of it as my "shield" in this battle I've been through. So I have it. (I also still have the irrigation syringe from my wisdom tooth removal, so, yeah, I'm just weird I guess!)
|Say hallo to mah lil' friend!|
So, that's it. The End. "End of treatment" So, X-rays in February & every so often...& 4 3/4 years of Tamoxifen to go. What a long, strange trip it's been! Thanks to my awesome medical team, looks like I get to just keep truckin on.