So. The scan was Wednesday. The results came Friday at 5. I told you guys Saturday morning, and 100 of you have already come by and left me sweet notes on this site, wishing me well and keeping me well-stocked with hugs. Thank you.
Thanks also to my MARVELOUS D.C. friends — Moms Club friends who have rallied and are helping me make appointments, blogger friends who are picking me up and taking me to blogger parties to keep my mind off of things, and all of you here and on FB. It’s been an easy weekend, in sharp contrast to the very tough days I had Thursday and Friday.
Today we went to the oncologist. After waiting an hour and a half, she came in to tell us the same things we’d been told by the primary care doc on Friday. Plus she’s got a consult lined up with the surgeon for tomorrow, and they’ll schedule me for a surgical biopsy later this week.
We talked again about the options. Here’s her take:
a) lymphoma? Possible.
b) inflammatory breast cancer recurrence? Possible.
c) metastasis? Possible. A recurrence would BE metastasis, though, so there actually isn’t a distinction between b and c. It would be metastasis, recurring locally in a distant area.
d) inflammation or infection? Anything’s possible.
Tomorrow, I wait for the surgeon’s assistant to call and schedule the ultrasound, consult, and surgical biopsy. We won’t know anything else until we get the results.
I did get kinda good news — there is only a very small chance that this will result in a lifetime chemotherapy regimen. I clung to that shred of good news like it was a golden ticket, and we celebrated by taking the family out to dinner. It is good news, you see.
I don’t fear recurrence. I don’t fear a new cancer (although my husband says if we do have a THIRD cancer in THREE years that he’s sending my tissue out for research). In all honesty, I did fear a lifetime of chemo, since I don’t handle chemo all that well. I get tired. Exhausted tired. And I wasn’t ready for that.
I don’t know how to sum up this post. Good news? Great news? Sad news? No news? Anyway. I’m taking you all along with me here, and this is where we are. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
… READY TO FIGHT.