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Sep. 10th, 2015 03:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI finally emailed my surgeon's office last night to ask what was going on with the pathology report, and the nurse called me this morning to tell me the results. The lymph nodes were all clean which almost certainly means no chemo. The tumor itself was smaller than the mammogram showed, about two thirds the size-- 1.5 cm. It was entirely invasive mucinous which, if I understand correctly, is about the best form of invasive breast cancer I could have had. It's pretty rare, only about 2% of tumors are mucinous, but the really good thing about it is that that type pretty much never spread beyond the confines of the initial tumor. The tumor will grow, but it won't spawn anything else.
I don't know yet what all of this means, going forward. I'm to go in next Monday afternoon to find out. My case will be presented to the tumor board that morning, and they'll come up with a consensus recommendation as to what to do next. I'll probably see my surgeon's nurse rather than my surgeon because he has surgery scheduled that day and might still be in the midst of that when I come in. I'm hoping that I'm to see the nurse because things aren't going to be particularly complicated, but who knows?
Scott is trying to get Monday afternoon off. He thinks he'll be able to, but he can't promise. I've told him that I'm good to go on my own if it comes to that. I suppose I could ask Scott's sister if I really want someone with me, and it might be a good idea to have someone if what comes next is going to be complicated. My impression is that things aren't likely to be complicated, but I really don't know.
Scott is a little worried that the biopsy wound might be infected. I don't think that it is, but I'm going to start washing it every day with antibacterial soap, just in case. Basically, it's still leaking a bit, and there's an underlying layer of something white and solid in there. I don't think it's an actual infection-- I washed thoroughly last night, in the shower, with water running over that bit of me for quite a while, and it stayed looking exactly the same. Also, my breast isn't hot to the touch or red. It is swollen and bruised and painful to touch, but that's true of all parts of the stupid thing, not just the parts near the biopsy.
Cordelia is still finding her feet in terms of dealing with the new school routine. She's not sure that going early to see her friends is worthwhile-- One of the buses is now dropping kids off at the back of the school which is hard for her to get to. The other bus has been consistently late to arrive. That leaves her with one friend who's going to be biking to school as long as the weather's good.
Scott and Cordelia went out last night to buy her a bunch of composition books. She knew she needed one for social studies and thought it couldn't hurt to pick one up for each of her classes, excluding orchestra. She also wanted some pencils and a sharpener. One of the main classrooms doesn't have any sort of pencil sharpener, and her teacher has been very specific that work must be done in pencil, not in pen. It seems like a major oversight that a newly constructed classroom wouldn't have a pencil sharpener.
Scott expects to work late on Friday, have Saturday off, and work Sunday. I think I'm going to set a wake up alarm for Saturday so that he can get to the car dealership. We need to get this car business taken care of soon, and he's not willing to do it after work during the week. I think there's also a basic problem-- He very much doesn't want to take on more debt and keeps second guessing himself as to what the best course of action is.
I don't know yet what all of this means, going forward. I'm to go in next Monday afternoon to find out. My case will be presented to the tumor board that morning, and they'll come up with a consensus recommendation as to what to do next. I'll probably see my surgeon's nurse rather than my surgeon because he has surgery scheduled that day and might still be in the midst of that when I come in. I'm hoping that I'm to see the nurse because things aren't going to be particularly complicated, but who knows?
Scott is trying to get Monday afternoon off. He thinks he'll be able to, but he can't promise. I've told him that I'm good to go on my own if it comes to that. I suppose I could ask Scott's sister if I really want someone with me, and it might be a good idea to have someone if what comes next is going to be complicated. My impression is that things aren't likely to be complicated, but I really don't know.
Scott is a little worried that the biopsy wound might be infected. I don't think that it is, but I'm going to start washing it every day with antibacterial soap, just in case. Basically, it's still leaking a bit, and there's an underlying layer of something white and solid in there. I don't think it's an actual infection-- I washed thoroughly last night, in the shower, with water running over that bit of me for quite a while, and it stayed looking exactly the same. Also, my breast isn't hot to the touch or red. It is swollen and bruised and painful to touch, but that's true of all parts of the stupid thing, not just the parts near the biopsy.
Cordelia is still finding her feet in terms of dealing with the new school routine. She's not sure that going early to see her friends is worthwhile-- One of the buses is now dropping kids off at the back of the school which is hard for her to get to. The other bus has been consistently late to arrive. That leaves her with one friend who's going to be biking to school as long as the weather's good.
Scott and Cordelia went out last night to buy her a bunch of composition books. She knew she needed one for social studies and thought it couldn't hurt to pick one up for each of her classes, excluding orchestra. She also wanted some pencils and a sharpener. One of the main classrooms doesn't have any sort of pencil sharpener, and her teacher has been very specific that work must be done in pencil, not in pen. It seems like a major oversight that a newly constructed classroom wouldn't have a pencil sharpener.
Scott expects to work late on Friday, have Saturday off, and work Sunday. I think I'm going to set a wake up alarm for Saturday so that he can get to the car dealership. We need to get this car business taken care of soon, and he's not willing to do it after work during the week. I think there's also a basic problem-- He very much doesn't want to take on more debt and keeps second guessing himself as to what the best course of action is.
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Date: 2015-09-11 07:05 pm (UTC)I'll ask Cordelia if she wants mechanical pencils. She might be old enough to keep track of one. Then again, there's one of her classmates who likes to steal other people's stuff. She gives it back eventually, but it's... difficult.