I got an email from Ellen, which reminded me I should tell you guys
how I'm progressing with my breast cancer.
After my first lumpectomy surgery the doctor advised that she missed
part of my big tumor, and the pathologist found no cancer where my
small tumor was. I gave my doctor the third degree, finally accepted
her explanations, and agreed to let her cut more on the bigger tumor.
The pathologist claimed that the biopsy cavity of the missing small
tumor and all surrounding tissue had been safely cut out.
It's a mystery what happened--it's hard to believe the biopsy sucked
it all out, but the only alternative is to get a mastectomy. I can't
bring myself to do that on the premise that my doctor's lying.
Reconstruction's tricky with large boobs, and the nearest location for
that is 80 miles away. Considering the many things that have gone
wrong already, radiation sounds like a smaller can of worms.
So I had my second surgery Tuesday. I'd feel pretty good if we
weren't stuck in the northern California smoke nightmare. Visibility
is about 100 feet. We can't smell it too bad in the house, but it
gags you outside. It's very hot, but we can't run the swamp cooler or
open windows. Five days now, no end in sight, and more dry lightning
expected this weekend.
I've been through hardship before and know it comes to an end
eventually. That's when you know how beautiful life can be.
Les