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Adequate words are beyond me to convey my appreciation to everyone. Thank you, Lord, for Your faithfulness and answered prayers. Thank you to friends...who have prayed, who came to Dallas (more comments about that another day), who kept our girls, cleaned our house, sent cards, and persisted with blogspot to leave comments (I know your angst.)
We are back home and things went well. I am, however, remembering back to third grade, when we were supposed to check our math homework against the Teacher's book with all the answers in it. I had completed my work and was checking my answers. All was going well until the book had a different answer than I had. I was so confused, and I still remember the "AHA!" moment when I realized that I--not the book--was wrong. Oh. Rats.
All that, is to say this: We truly expected and told people that we would come home knowing whether the cancer had spread to the nodes. We understood there would be an initial check during the surgery. After asking the doctor a couple of different ways, and giving her some confused looks, I have realized: We were wrong. Oh. Rats. We either misunderstood or were mis-told along the way. It's a little frustrating, but I am sure we will get it cleared up when we meet with the doctor next. At any rate, we should hear the lab report about the nodes sometime during the middle of next week.
Regarding the surgery itself, it went well. I was my emotional self, beforehand. Two sweet ladies from my church, also breast cancer survivors, came and spent time with me in the pre-op area, while I was being my emotional self. The anasthesia doctor was very reassuring. My surgeon was caring and said the tissue she took looked good. And, I had my usual nausea following surgery, and we were the last to leave. Again. But, since then, I have felt pretty well, and did not need anything for pain that night. Most importantly, we are now safely home, and reunited with our girls. Thanks, Lord, for everything and everyone, including my sweet husband.
PS: My friend for whom I asked you to pray....her biopsy came back benign!! Yippee!! Thanks, Lord, AGAIN!
We are back home and things went well. I am, however, remembering back to third grade, when we were supposed to check our math homework against the Teacher's book with all the answers in it. I had completed my work and was checking my answers. All was going well until the book had a different answer than I had. I was so confused, and I still remember the "AHA!" moment when I realized that I--not the book--was wrong. Oh. Rats.
All that, is to say this: We truly expected and told people that we would come home knowing whether the cancer had spread to the nodes. We understood there would be an initial check during the surgery. After asking the doctor a couple of different ways, and giving her some confused looks, I have realized: We were wrong. Oh. Rats. We either misunderstood or were mis-told along the way. It's a little frustrating, but I am sure we will get it cleared up when we meet with the doctor next. At any rate, we should hear the lab report about the nodes sometime during the middle of next week.
Regarding the surgery itself, it went well. I was my emotional self, beforehand. Two sweet ladies from my church, also breast cancer survivors, came and spent time with me in the pre-op area, while I was being my emotional self. The anasthesia doctor was very reassuring. My surgeon was caring and said the tissue she took looked good. And, I had my usual nausea following surgery, and we were the last to leave. Again. But, since then, I have felt pretty well, and did not need anything for pain that night. Most importantly, we are now safely home, and reunited with our girls. Thanks, Lord, for everything and everyone, including my sweet husband.
PS: My friend for whom I asked you to pray....her biopsy came back benign!! Yippee!! Thanks, Lord, AGAIN!
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