Yesterday was a very not-fun day. From arrival at the Breast Center at about 8:45 am to departure at almost 9 pm, it was a very long “unpleasant” (doctor-speak for shitty) day. But I’m alive to tell about it and, surprisingly, feeling infinitely better today. Very little pain, mostly just fatigue. Best of all, the surgeon said, based on the preliminary path report while I was still on the table, that she got clean margins on the mass she removed, and the sentinel nodes (to her) looked and felt unremarkable. The final pathology report won’t come till sometime next week, so there’s no official confirmation yet, but she sounded pleased with the result. I am too. Just knowing that mass is out is a huge, albeit guarded, relief. (Lack of a clean margin or any cancer cells in the nodes will mean more surgery.)
The last few days before surgery, I’d almost come to think the tumor was taunting me with more jabs and twinges than I’d felt for a while, and I’d started imaging each twinge was another malignant cell bursting forth … the mind plays nasty tricks sometimes. Still, I felt a lot more calm in the last few days before surgery than I had in the weeks before.
Anyway, it’s gone now. The first battle is over. The next, chemo, begins in three or four weeks.