Xander and I went off to have a bite to eat while she was being prepped. She went to radiology to get her nodes mapped and was back in about an hour. She wasn't in the room for 10 minutes and a nurse walks in. "They are ready for you." she says. This was about 10:30. Her surgery was scheduled for 12:25. No time for meaningful goodbyes. In comes the anesthetic team for consent forms to sign. A quick kiss and away she goes. I had this feeling like I've given you our money and you have taken my wife...somewhere. I swear officer I did not hire them to kidnap my wife.
So begins the hours of waiting. I decided to take Xander out to McDonalds for a little normalcy during this time and upon our return I get a call from the hospital. So soon? Did they have to stop for some reason? Is she hemorrhaging? A million other scenarios frashed through my head in a second. The nurse told me that Dr. Kong had removed 4 nodes and that the biopsies were negative. NEGATIVE for cancer!! I was so happy I couldn't think straight. Not good when driving. Composed again I said thank you and hung up. I told Xander the news and he smiled. I was a bit teary eyed but wanted to get back asap. At some point I got turned around and we were heading away from the hospital. Remember couldn't think straight? So I turned around and headed back to...wait.
It was around 2 that Dr. Kong came out and said everything went perfect! The skin and tissue looks great and that the pathology on the tissue would be done with results on Monday and she is very hopeful about those results. She didn't come right out and say it but I could tell she really wanted to say that with a negative result from the breast tissue that radiation would not be necessary. This is extremely good news to me. Becca not to so much because for her, if she didn't get radiation, she would always wonder in the back of her head if she should have. Especially if it comes back. Got some more thinking to do. Can't do this right now.
Now it's a waiting game again with the plastic surgeon. Now I was told that it shouldn't take more than an hour and he had been in there before Kong came out so I'm figuring around 3ish. He came out around 4 and for anyone who knows me knows I am a planner and I keep to schedules. Becca hates it but it's what I do. So that extra hour was pissing me off and making me worry. He finally came out and said it couldn't have gone better! Yes! Of course he followed that up with a big ole "but". Crap! No fair. Can't follow up something like this with a "but". How about I try that with "But... you're beginning to damage my calm!" Apparently there was a slip of the scissors when cutting the adhesive around her other breast and a small inch long or so cut was made. That was it. he felt so bad about it and I was like "That's it???" I'm kinda OK with that. Seriously with all the things that could have gone wrong and you make a boo boo like that? No problemo dude!
Now we wait again being told that we should have a room assignment in about 20 minutes and she would be in recovery for about an hour and brought up to her room. People need to stop giving me times. An hour and a half later I ask about the room and the woman says "oh right, yes, she will be in room 13 (Really? 13th floor too?) 7th floor north tower. Still wondering what was going on with her we head over and after buying a bunch of balloons that I was told I HAD to get (thanks facebook) we got to her room about 2 minutes before she did. She looked ok. Drugged with a droopy left eye but OK! We spent some time catching up with all that had been done. Results and how she's feeling and left around 7 to let her get some rest.
In the exciting conclusion...our trip home and sleeping arrangements, drains (gross) and how we are feeling about the change in her body. More to come. :) Right now we are just so very happy!!
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