Ok--getting VERY emotional right now. Just left the jayvee football game and want to cry. (we are winning which is really great tho') But I just know I won't be there for awhile and I will miss the kids so much. I do look forward to sleeping in however. Just need to look for the bright side, right?
Dr. Tackett's visit went very well. He remarked that I have the wierdest history--said I have had the two rarest things around. We talked a lot about all the cancer stuff and with all my OTHER doctors I won't have to see him for awhile unless I am sick--he will just call in my refills of my synthroid, etc. When we were all done talking he asked me if I had any questions and I told him of my issue last week--I was very direct. (it is amazing when you have cancer nothing much keeps me from holding back) He was just dying to defend his practice, I could tell, and just basically blamed it on the fact that I was not an established patient. He told me that they set aside time for sick established patients, etc. He said it would NEVER happen again, and if it did, I was to let him know. I told him I understood WHY it happened now, and just needed to know that in the future I would not be turned away. He promised me and I believed him. So, it ended really well. He also concurred that my rash was eczema--and told me if I just ran fast enough, the surgeons would never notice it anyway. : ) Again, I felt much better and feel he took me very seriously. He also said that now that he knows me, it helps him measure the seriousness of MY issues. He said I would be a priority.
PHeww. That was a heavy sigh. I need to pack a few things--I am taking my two magic wands with me and my beanie baby breast cancer bear, plus my healing "stone"...I think I should be all set. Plus my pink boob binder.
Surgery starts at 7:30 a.m. with a 6:00 a.m check in. Jim and I are leaving at 4:30 a.m. ( I sure hope my kids get up!) I hope to be in my room by 2:00 p.m.--but my sis says the hospital is full right now... but they do try to get people home for the weekend. Bronson has all single rooms so at least I know I can recover with just my own issues and not some other ill person's. That is a relief in itself. But right now, I might end up in a janitor's closet or something, hanging out with a mop.
Ok--much to do and much to drink. I am going to drink non-stop until midnight.
It is finally here. When you hear from me again, I plan on being cancer free.
Love to you all,