For those of you wondering, I did hear back from the surgeon. Here’s the rundown:
I have a pre-op physical scheduled for Aug. 20th.
I have a 10am appoint in Nuclear Medicine to have dye injected, that’s supposed to take about 2 hours, and then I’ll head over to the actual surgery. That’s scheduled for August 26th.
So there we go.
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I’m slightly nervous, but not so much about the surgery (x2) itself or even the results of the lymph node biopsy (cautiously optimistic). My big fear? Allergic reaction. I had horrible allergic reactions after both c-sections to the antibiotics AND the steri-strips. I was MIS.ER.A.BLE. I also had a reaction after I had my wisdom teeth out, so we know of AT LEAST 3 antibiotic families, in pill form anyway, that I cannot have. And last week, after I had my stitches removed, it was confirmed that I am also allergic to steri-strips.
Seriously, the misery of surgical recovery is NOTHING compared to the misery of surgical recovery with hives ALL OVER resulting in continuous swelling and itching and annoyance. And this time? No sweet, cooing, adorable, yummy smelling baby at the end of recovery! So, in addition to good juju and …
The next appointment(s)
The appointment
10:31 Let the waiting commence!!! Sitting in a lovely (hospital) gown, waiting for my melanoma consultation. Nursing staff nice, cancer center nice, room freaking hot!
Bored. Not enough signal to tweet or email; Mike is reading the only good magazine. My pants look lonely over there on the chair. Heh.
In other news, my brother is on day 2 of his bar exam, so sending him kick butt vibes (results not til Nov though!).
My dad’s wife actually offered not only to come with me to this appointment but also asked if I needed help with the kids! Be aware people, the world must be coming to an end!
Did I mention it’s fracking hot in here?!
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10:56. Been in room and undressed since 10:25. BORED. Come on doc!!
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11:23 consultation complete, checked out, heading to lunch with my love.
Basic information – they are going to do additional surgery – 2 at once, actually – to remove about 1-2 cm around original mole removal site AND remove the connected lymph node in my groin area. We pretty much expected that, so there was no big surprise (well, except the lymph node area/removal, as we weren’t sure about how that worked). It’s outpatient surgery (honestly, …
Weekend Wrap Up
Sometimes doing something you really didn’t want to do turns out to be a hell of a good time.
Sometimes having family around is really nice.
Sometimes, being super full with yummy food is the best medicine for what ails you. Well, that and a bunch of laughter.
We went to the Cheap Trick-Poison-Def Leppard concert on Friday night at Pine Knob DTE Energy Music Theatre and had a really good time. There was much himming and hawing about it prior, mostly because Matt had a T-Ball game and then we had a family reunion to attend then next day. The original party bus plan fell through for us because of the timing + Mike’s work schedule, but the second party LIMO plan worked out! We ended up taking this:
to the concert. There were 12 of us total and it was really a perfect fit once we threw in the coolers and blankets!
The ride was nice, full of talking and laughing and a fair amount of sudsy goodness. Being in the limo allowed us to pass by ALL the traffic and put us into a parking lot just for limos and buses. It was AWESOME. (That was what Mike and I were dreading …
Meh
*My baby lost his first tooth today.
How can that be?? He actually cried tonight after he went to bed because he will “miss” his baby tooth! Such a dramatic kid I have!! But cute, eh? I assured him that the tooth fairy leaves the teeth with mamas so they can hang on to them.
*I think of having melanoma at random times and it is like a sucker punch in the stomach. I can literally feel my breath whoosh out of my lungs and my heart beat faster. I’m sure (mostly) that I/they caught it in time, but the waiting for the consultation appointment at U of M makes it harder. Once we get to and through that appointment, I’m sure I’ll feel better. (it’s next Wednesday, FYI).
I can’t imagine having to tell my boys. Please don’t make me have to tell my boys.
*So there’s this whole BlogHer thing going on in Chicago this weekend. I won’t be there. Kind of wish I were, since there are so many people I would love to meet face to face! Plus, it sounds like a lot of fun! But, it wasn’t meant to be this year. …
Loose!
I was working up in my office while the boys were playing with Miss Molly this morning when I heard the thundering footsteps pitter-patter of little feet on the stairs.
“Mom! MOM!! Look!! I have a loose tooth!” Matt exclaimed, with enthusiasm only an almost 6 year old can muster.
And I looked. One of his bottom front teeth, LOOSE. As in going to come out. As in he’s about to lose his FIRST tooth.
In the name of all that is holy, STOP GROWING UP KID!!!
He hadn’t said anything, so I think it was *just* getting loose, but was pushed along by playing Sock-Em Boppers with his brother this morning. Since it got loose so fast, Mike called the dentist and they want to see him tomorrow morning. They want to make sure there’s no permanent damage. Personally, I think they are being a wee too cautious, and while I know I don’t have to take him in, I’m kinda feeling guilty – like if I don’t there will be some sort of horrible damage. But if I do, they are sure to say that it’s just a loose tooth.
In the meantime, he’s wiggling and moving it like mad and I still …
