Biopsy on Monday--Please wish me luck.

ossobuco wrote:

Hey, 'tis a joy to have you right back!

Ditto!

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Noddy24 wrote:

...when I started coming to in the recovery room...I was trapped in my head, paralyzed, unable to articulate basic questions or to check myself for surgical incisions...

I remember that stage well, Noddy. Once I had an emergency appendectomy and woke to find my worst enemy hovering above my face pretending to be an Angel of Mercy. My immediate reaction was that I must not have made it through the surgery, and this was Hell.

It took an agonizingly long time to regain my speech, but once I did..... Evil or Very Mad

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Soo so so glad to hear that Noddy is on the mend!

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Make way for Noddy!!! http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0383122/

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Making way! Laughing

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Noddy24 wrote:

my son helped me with a bit of practical and symbolic gardening geared to the flowers that will bloom in the spring.

That was so perfectly approriate that it brought a tear to my eye.

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Me too.

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Hurray! Glad to hear the good news, Noddy!

I'll bet you're so glad to have that overwith! Now you can relax!

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Funny... I was very worried in the days before your surgery, Noddy. Didn't start sniffling though until I read some of the happy posts in the hours since the good news.

Think I'll go googling for bulbs for Spring.

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Noddy24 wrote:

Many, many thanks to all.

Does euphoria make adrenal glands work overtime? I've been on an adrenalin rush for more than 24 hours and am just beginning to be sensibly tired--partly because my son helped me with a bit of practical and symbolic gardening geared to the flowers that will bloom in the spring.

Yesterday morning I managed another Character Building Experience when I started coming to in the recovery room. Obviously I wanted to know the results of the biopsy and whether or not a mastectomy had been necessary. Nurses were hovering, but I was trapped in my head, paralyzed, unable to articulate basic questions or to check myself for surgical incisions.

When I regained powers of speech, I croaked "Biopsy?" even before "Water, please." First good news, then water.

As soon as we got home--and he'd poured me a glass of herbal tea--my son headed for the computer to notify all interested parties, on and off A2K. He's been an angel lamb, right down the sharing the futon with dear little Iffykins, a pit bull, who sleeps as soundly as a forty-pound cinder block in the middle of the bed.

Again, thank you all. You are a most effective support group.

I just noticed this thread, I wish only the very best and I always appreciate your posts.

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Me too.

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As instructed in the discharge instructions, the dressings are off and the sutures look clean. I have very little pain--I'm guessing that during the lumpectomy eight years ago, a lot of nerves were sliced and can no longer communicate with the brain.

Perhaps I'll never be able to wear pasties with tassels. Alas.

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Nice to see that you're on the mend, Noddy.

It's a shame about the panties, but we all have to make sacrifices.

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Noddy24 wrote:

Perhaps I'll never be able to wear pasties with tassels.

Let's not get carried away.

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Noddy24 wrote:

Many, many thanks to all.

Does euphoria make adrenal glands work overtime? I've been on an adrenalin rush for more than 24 hours and am just beginning to be sensibly tired--partly because my son helped me with a bit of practical and symbolic gardening geared to the flowers that will bloom in the spring.

Yesterday morning I managed another Character Building Experience when I started coming to in the recovery room. Obviously I wanted to know the results of the biopsy and whether or not a mastectomy had been necessary. Nurses were hovering, but I was trapped in my head, paralyzed, unable to articulate basic questions or to check myself for surgical incisions.

When I regained powers of speech, I croaked "Biopsy?" even before "Water, please." First good news, then water.

As soon as we got home--and he'd poured me a glass of herbal tea--my son headed for the computer to notify all interested parties, on and off A2K. He's been an angel lamb, right down the sharing the futon with dear little Iffykins, a pit bull, who sleeps as soundly as a forty-pound cinder block in the middle of the bed.

Again, thank you all. You are a most effective support group.

Noddy. I am so glad you are ok. I completely missed this thread and was just told about it the other day. I wish I could have seen this when it started and offered you even a small portion of the kind of support you have offered to me in the past. You are such a vital part of A2K and I am so glad you are still here and doing fine.

Biopsy on Monday--Please wish me luck.

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