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Surgery

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6:33 – up. Ugh, how am I going to get up at this hour every day come Sept. Bag packed. Keegan’s been up for ages, Kai’s curled in a ball. Keegan doesn’t believe that a good night’s sleep is essential the night before a day of surgery.  Jerk.
6:53 – off. Bag includes three books and four magazines. Ambitious.
7:00 – DnD. Not for coffee anymore, just donuts. My grandfather laments that they no longer carry the original dunkin’ donut, you know the one that had a handle for dunking.
7:49 – in. Paper work filled out. Questions answered. I am a good forty years younger than any other patient I’ve seen so far. They’ve said skin cancer three times, and here this whole time I’ve been calling it Fred.
8:06 – numb.
8:17 – done. First pass complete. Now I wait for the pathology. If it’s clear the doc. will stitch me up.
8:39 – warning. Doc says that most of the women she sees under 40 are women who spent time in tanning booths.
9:02-waiting. Room is full of people with big white bandages. I’m having a hard time focusing to read.
9:29-Fred’s dead.
9:33-Waiting for stitches.
9:41-Nurses and I agree that if I hadn’t come prepped with books and snacks, procedure would have taken all day.
10:15 stitched. Wound is 3 centimeters. Wound sounds ridiculous. There was no battle here.
10:25 picked up by my boys. Kai is sufficiently impressed with my bandage.
Later- forehead hurts every time I move my eyebrows – this is problematic for an expressive person.   I’m not supposed to lift anything, including the boys, for the next two weeks. Not entirely sure how I’m going to pull that off, as I’ve gotten pretty good at toting them around.  Not even to lift into car-seats or out of the crib, eek.  Went grocery shopping after the surgery, as since vacation, we’ve had no food in the house. People are doing double takes, but you would too if you saw a woman, with what appeared to be a maxi-pad on her forehead.   I have a lot to do in the next week or so, and having to take it easy seems like the worst part of the whole thing — well, though, the no lifting laundry baskets things seems like a pretty decent trade-off.

Tomorrow

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Tomorrow, I will get up at an ungodly hour and pack a bag.  Russ and I will take the babies out of their beds, change their diapers, and then he’ll drive me to Springfield.  He needs to drive me, because apparently, the bandage I’m going to get tomorrow, is going to be so big, that I won’t be able to drive home, as it will obstruct my view.

Nothing is going to hurt tomorrow – perhaps a pinch when they anesthetize the area – but I got a tattoo once, and this I figure, will hurt less.  Tomorrow will be a long day – one where I need to pack a lunch, they say. I will spend most of the day waiting, to see what has been taken away, and what remains. I am bringing magazines and books to read – I am looking forward to the quiet.

Last night I dreamt that not even my bangs were going to cover the scar that was left behind – proof positive that sometimes my concerns about my health are outweighed by my vanity.  This thing, it’s really nothing – except another hurdle to get over – but I used to do that too. Hurdle. 100 or 300 meters at a time. I wasn’t very good – but I always crossed the finish line.

Dear . . . .

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Dear main stream media,

You can not call it a landslide for the GOP – when the only election of last night… that is for a seat – not a primary – was won by a Dem. in a heavy ’08 McCain district.

Dear yellers,

You can not say the main strea media is so so liberal, when the freakin’ NYT has a freakin’ love letter to Limbaugh on it’s Editorial page today.

Dear surgery,

a bandage so big, I have to get a ride home because my vision will be obstructed? Dude. That’s hot.

Dear May and June,

you’re kicking my arse.  Every weekend is booked out from here to eternity – and a lot of the weekdays.  And last night I said yes to chaperoning a camp out with teenagers — yeah I know – May and June, that’s not really your fault.

little bit of cancer

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One in four people get’s cancer in their lifetimes, so I’m took one for team Bernier/Pitre and and got diagnosed with Basal Cell Carcinoma yesterday.

Last week Friday I went into the dermatologist to get a baseline on all my moles – and to have the scar on my forehead checked – to see if I could get a little microdermabrasion – since the damn thing has been around since I was 17.  And even though five years ago, an old curmudgeon of a dermatologist told me there was nothing that could be done for it, I was having hope that this new, young, woman doc. would have something innovative for me.

What happened though, sort of blew me away.  I mentioned the spot to the nurse, and she asked me some questions that I found myself answering yes to.  The doc. came in, took one look at my forehead, and let me know that she was going to biopsy it.  What really rendered me wordless (seriously), was the conversation that followed the procedure that seemed had seem  so routine. The doc.  sat down, and explained that she believed I had a Basal Cell Carcinoma, that it was the couch potatoes of cancers, as it just wants to sit around and get bigger, not infect other things or get up and move.  She said it would need to be removed. She explained the surgery, and how things would heal and scar later.

There are some people who would just go through this whole thing and not say much to anyone – but this damn wound is going to be in the middle of my forehead — And let’s be honest here, I’m not one for keeping quiet about much of anything.

This week I wore Russ’ BoSox hat all week to cover the biospy site (sorry Pops).  But I can’t wear hats for the rest of my life. And yeah I’m using the blog, so I don’t have this conversation like 80 times – because the word Cancer scares the hell out of folks (rightfully so) – Somehow it’s easier just to type this out, put all the fears to rest, and be done with it in some strokes on the keyboard.The people who have been the greatest about this, are the two folks who I talked to who have gone through this before.  They have the best,  most realistic point of view, offering advice about choosing docs, minimizing scars, and rethinking my sun exposure.  Somewhere in my thought process,  I figure documenting this here, will help the next nervous person who Googles “Basal Skin Carcinoma”

Eh, I was getting sick of airbrushing photos of me anyhoo – Bangs are in style this season, right?