I met another angel today. Her name is Elisabeth, and she was the nurse who did my pre admission at the hospital. She was warm and friendly from the beginning. As soon as she took me into her little office and started looking through my paperwork she said "You're 36?" I replied "Yes." Then she says "I was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was 36 also. I'm 51 now." I almost started crying (with joy). Here she was, alive and beautiful and perfectly healthy! As we kept wading through the paperwork she told me more and more of her story.
She had 3 young kids when she was diagnosed. And she was going through a divorce. Her husband left her for her best friend. Yowza. I realized once again that no matter how bad things may seem...someone, somewhere, always has it worse. I could not imagine going through this without Matt's support. I know that when I come out of this tunnel, my family will still be there at the other side.
She also had a doublay, and she is currently looking into reconstruction... with Dr. Awesome!! So I feel like I was supposed to meet her today. For a variety of reasons.
After we finished the paperwork, she walked me over to the lab and gave me a warm handshake and a half hug that are usually reserved for men. But it seemed appropriate since we had barely met, yet seem to have so much in common (minus the douchebag husband part). She said she is working on Friday and will come and check on me.
At the lab they took 4 small vials of blood - which I always hate. It doesn't hurt - I just can't stand watching the blood fill up the tubes. And I sat there wondering HOW am I ever going to handle these drains!?!
I had to head up to the 3rd floor after for an EKG. It was odd for me to be in the elevator at this hospital and not press 4 - the labor and delivery ward. The only other times I've been admitted to the hospital were to give birth to my girls. Now, I'm going there to send my other two "girls" away. Although, really I can say that this time I'll be leaving the hospital with a new set of twins! It's all perspective, right?
The EKG was nothing. It was super easy and took just a few minutes.
The tough part starts tomorrow. I have to have a shot in my breast for the sentinel node biopsy which sounds less than fun. But, we'll worry about that tomorrow.
She had 3 young kids when she was diagnosed. And she was going through a divorce. Her husband left her for her best friend. Yowza. I realized once again that no matter how bad things may seem...someone, somewhere, always has it worse. I could not imagine going through this without Matt's support. I know that when I come out of this tunnel, my family will still be there at the other side.
She also had a doublay, and she is currently looking into reconstruction... with Dr. Awesome!! So I feel like I was supposed to meet her today. For a variety of reasons.
After we finished the paperwork, she walked me over to the lab and gave me a warm handshake and a half hug that are usually reserved for men. But it seemed appropriate since we had barely met, yet seem to have so much in common (minus the douchebag husband part). She said she is working on Friday and will come and check on me.
At the lab they took 4 small vials of blood - which I always hate. It doesn't hurt - I just can't stand watching the blood fill up the tubes. And I sat there wondering HOW am I ever going to handle these drains!?!
I had to head up to the 3rd floor after for an EKG. It was odd for me to be in the elevator at this hospital and not press 4 - the labor and delivery ward. The only other times I've been admitted to the hospital were to give birth to my girls. Now, I'm going there to send my other two "girls" away. Although, really I can say that this time I'll be leaving the hospital with a new set of twins! It's all perspective, right?
The EKG was nothing. It was super easy and took just a few minutes.
The tough part starts tomorrow. I have to have a shot in my breast for the sentinel node biopsy which sounds less than fun. But, we'll worry about that tomorrow.
You're going to get through this with flying colors. No one with your attitude can do otherwise. How wonderful that you know that the light at the end of the tunnel is not a freight train but the light of day filled with those you love. BTW maybe you ought to give you a "boobie" shower for the "twins"! Love, Auntie
ReplyDeleteI love you, Melly.
ReplyDeleteYou will meet many angels on this journey. They are truly the silent heros in this fight. Take from each of them their fighting spirit and courage. They will be with you every step of the way encouraging you to go on. Love Mama
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