Friday morning rolled around. I was nervous, my fridge was scrubbed, the pantry was neat as a pin, the laundry room shined, the floors were mopped and 98 meatballs were safely stowed away in the freezer. Yes , I know surgery on Monday and working like a maniac by Friday, this is what happens when I'm nervous, okay :-)
By this time it was 1:30 and time to get the children ready to go to the sitters and myself ready also. We were out the door by 2:30. The children were all excited to go to the sitters and bounce on the trampoline.
I told our sitter if we aren't back by 5:30 to feed the kiddos supper . Fully expecting to be back by 5 pm.
Hubs and I drove out the long lane onto the narrow road that connected us to the state route that would take us to our destination. We arrived a few minutes early and didn't see my Dr till about 30 minutes later, where she than told us the earth shattering news.
Here I will sing my highest praises for my surgeon , a kinder more compassionate way of breaking the news , would not have been possible. She spent an unknown amount of time answering our questions, informing us of the treatment and surgery options in a kind , gentle manner. Being honest with us and telling us how shocked she had been with the results and therefore had 2 different pathologist check out my tissue to make sure that I was diagnosed correctly. Remember my lump had been deemed 95% surety of being benign ( noncancerous )
Just as a little aside, I am one of these people that finds humor in a lot of things and that evening at Wendy's a biker dude just made my day , by the slogan on the clothes he was wearing " Loud pipes, save lives" My hubs and I have chewed on that saying ever since.
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