When Little Bear wakes up in the morning, he wakes up with a giggle. When I walk into his room, he laughs and waves. When I feed him his oatmeal or rice mush, he claps his hands in delight. And when I pick him up again, he squeals. Little Bear is one relaxed little dude.
That, my friends, is serenity.
Yesterday, I met with the surgical oncologist. She agrees that we cannot yet proceed to surgery. But she also agrees that the chemotherapy is working, and that I may be able to have my surgery at the end of the year. A single. And keep some of the skin I thought I’d lose. Which means I’ll only need one-quarter of the surgery that I had been anticipating. This means a much easier recovery and I’ll be able to hold Little Bear again much, much sooner than I would with the surgery I was anticipating. Whoo-hoo!
More wonderful news? I’ve seen 57 mommyblogs this month specifically mention inflammatory breast cancer. I’ve collected them over at the Breast Cancer Awareness Month ’07 link on the left. Did I miss yours? Just leave a comment and let me know!