Second Surgery
Tuesday, March 25
I was told that we would get results back from my surgery after a few days, most likely after the weekend since my surgery had been on a Wednesday. A week and a half later, I was still waiting to hear and getting a little anxious. But, I just assumed that no news was good news, and that they would have called me a lot sooner if things hadn't gone well.
I had a post-op appt at Dr Tittensor's office on Tuesday March 25th. I met with her assistant who told me that they were still waiting on a few results, and I'm pretty sure she told me that they hadn't gotten clear margins around the nipple area and that another surgery would be needed. They had told me in the hospital after my first surgery that they had found lots of mini tumors appx 1-2 mm, all through the breast, and that the 2 tumors they thought were there were actually one, which made it a larger tumor. Closer to 3 cm. I do remember her talking to me about the possibility of inserting a chemotherapy port in my chest. Which would mean I would need chemotherapy. Which I was really really hoping to avoid. Apparently there is a panel of doctors who meet on Wednesdays called the tumor board. They wanted to put me on the schedule to discuss my treatment options. It was sounding like another surgery would be imminent but I hadn't received official word yet and was told they wouldn't know for sure until the tumor board met to decide what to do.
Looking back, I wish I would have asked why the patient can't be a part of that meeting. They're discussing treatments that would affect my life and I really should have had a say in all of that. As things progressed, I felt like they basically made decisions for me assuming that they knew what was best for me, which they probably do, but I felt like I didn't really have a voice in any of that. It's true that I could have refused the treatment. But I felt a little upset about how things played out.
Wednesday, March 26
The tumor board met in the morning. I waited anxiously to hear what they had decided to do. I had been told right after my first surgery that some epithelial cells had been found in one lymph node. We didn't know at the time what that meant. If it turned out to be cancerous I was hoping that it would be something that radiation could take care of. Waiting to hear from the tumor board was very nerve-wracking for me. I wanted to know what they were talking about, what options they were discussing and how they would come to choose the best one for me. It was in the afternoon that I first received a text message from the hospital asking me to confirm an appointment. I assumed that it was for Madi, because she had a colonoscopy coming up. As I clicked on it and started filling things out I realized that this was an appointment at the hospital for myself. I stopped, not wanting to check in for a procedure that I had not been informed about yet. After waiting another hour or so, I began to feel confused. So I called the hospital to see if there was a procedure scheduled for me. The nurse confirmed that I was on the schedule for surgery on Friday of that week. 😲🤔😔😡😥
Still.. I hadn't received a phone call from any of the Dr's offices yet. I began to wonder what was going on and why I hadn't been called. I knew that Dr Jensen was headed out of town for spring break, which happened to be that whole next week.
The next morning, I called Dr Tittensor's office. I was a little upset at having not been contacted about the surgery. The lady who answered the phone knew who I was and said that someone had been trying to get a hold of me. They asked if they could try and patch my phone number into her cell phone and I said absolutely. They patch me into Nancy who is Dr Tittensor's assistant. She said that she had been trying to call me all day yesterday, but the calls weren't going through. She did say that they wanted to put me in for surgery on Friday, which happened to be the next day, as Dr Jensen would be out of town for a week after that. I agreed and felt a little better knowing that they were at least trying to get a hold of me, but still felt bad at how the whole thing had played out. I really felt like a number on a chart rather than a person with the ability to make my own decisions. But I was grateful that they were trying to get me in as quickly as possible to do the revision.
Friday, March 28th
Here I was again. Really not looking forward to this surgery, I felt like when I looked at myself in the mirror I saw myself almost normal. My scars were healing pretty well and my breasts looked pretty normal. I knew this surgery would remove my nipples and more breast tissue, which made me sad even knowing that I had the expanders in place to create somewhat of a normal breast afterwards. After the surgery I was told that I actually had multiple many tumors all over through the breast tissue. I'm very grateful this was caught early enough to hopefully stop it before it spread too far. But it was very difficult to look at myself in the mirror seeing so much of myself gone now. The expanders they put in my chest really are not comfortable. It makes it look more like I have lumpy potatoes under my skin than breasts.
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