Thursday August 15th

And now it is Thursday, my leg problem has transferred to my knee UGH!! Won't stop.

I have never had surgery, today the plan is to go under my skull. Not sure if I like this as the first go around, but sometimes we are not given choices, and really they do this stuff all the time, just not to me.

Hubby, me and Ashley head out. Little concerned about her going. Yes she is twenty, but I have gotten no results and what if. But I don't protest too much if I was in her shoes, yes I would probably would want to go too. After a long morning we are heading out. The drive seems to get faster every time, in reality it is not, it is just becoming familiar.

We are in, got my new bracelet, answer some questions. We sit down to wait, and within 5 minutes there is the surgeon with a nurse coming to greet us. We are ready to go in, he wants to know if we got the results for the fine needle biopsy, no we say in unison. It shows Lymphoma, what we are doing to day will get us the style and grade.

What did he just say? The delivery of findings in this place sucks. That is not good, I think..........did he say Lymphoma?

He did, I know he did. And now they are taking me and Ed in and under my breath I am telling him that is not good.
They will bring Ashley once we are set up. She has her phone, shit!

She is going to look it up I know it and we are not with her DAMN IT!!!

Swallow it down. 

Shit shit shit!!

There is the hospital gown, slipper socks, hair net. Slipper socks are tan, I really was hoping for blue (I read someone else's blog they always got blue), then they would match the gown. Don't want to take my own fuzzy socks off. They are from a close friend, wearing hubby's shirt. Not going to be able to wear any of it. Have to give hubby my engagement and wedding rings to hold on to. UGH!

Last time you ate -10:00pm apple pie.

Last time you drank 11:20 am Black coffee and it sucked.

I am now gowned and ready they bring Ashley in and I know with one look, she has looked it up, but I ask her anyway. She nods, with tears.

Tell your Dad, he can't get a signal in here.

“Cancer” is all she says.

Damn that Broken Camera!!

So it is another 4 and half hours before I get in for the procedure.Now, days later I picture  the Tumor board battling out until the last moment what to do. (not sure that is what happened, but one could hope) They have decided due to the findings of the fine needle biopsies that they are not going to go under my skull chances are that is the same thing as what is on the outside. They will only be taking tissue form the surface bumps. So that is a good thing, was not to keen on making a hole, what if everything leaked out. Can't afford to lose anything in there. 

Okay that is extreme, but really kind of glad they are not going in.

I am finally out at around 8pm. Everything is done, I have the apple pie I made Ashley put in her purse before we left the house. We wait for Ed to bring the car up, I am waiting in the wheel chair, pie GONE. Ashley says the 2.5-3 inch incision wound looks like a shark bite, and has dubbed me with this new nick- name “sharkbite”. Now we are of to my parents for dinner and to update them.

This day has the longest Tuesday beat!!

I have been diagnosed with Follicular Lymphoma style, grade and treatment pending. Next appointment 12 days from surgical biopsy August 27th. Another Tuesday!

~Greg Laswell~ "Comes and Goes"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0LNhIaGAUw