Off to the plastic surgeon to get all marked up and sign consents....and pictures. Just what every overweight woman wants in life. To get naked and take some pictures of your breasts. I guess I better get used to it. At least I had my pants on. I guess its a good thing I read the consent. I can't have an MRI with those expanders in. Hmph. Learn something new every day. I feel like I signed my life away. Tomorrow is the big day. I've had my bag packed since I got the date. I guess its a good thing I started prepping for the mastectomy since I got the news. I had ordered me a special pillow, some button gowns and shirts, and some lanyards. I got stool softeners (gotta love those). My husband bought me a recliner and I've got it where I think I can stand it in my room. I'm as prepared as I could be I guess. Bring this on and lets get it over with. My biggest fear is infection since I'm a diabetic and work in the healthcare field. No news of radiation or chem...
Back to the surgeon for pre-op instruction and MRI results. He did say there were some enhancements from my right nipple down the core. So the mastectomy is the best way to go. He also informed me that he would do a lymph node biopsy during the mastectomy and he would try to get to them without making a whole new incision. If the results are positive he would have to go back in in a week to remove. Now I had to break this news to my husband since I was alone for this appointment. I kept it to myself until I walked out of the bedroom before taking a shower. He was a little overwhelmed again. I guess I'm just glad he is trying to understand. I think back to not being diagnosed until now and how different he is from then. He used to be really unkind to me and I don't think I could've handled a diagnosis then and him at the same time. So maybe God knew I couldn't handle it. I seriously don't know what I would've done then.