July 29, 2014
From Mark's Post:
9:20am...
Ok, so I'm a little freaked out right now. Moya's
new port is in fine. The old one somehow retracted back into her artery
such that her surgeon is uncomfortable getting it. So, she is going to a
different surgeon right now who is going to use a device that goes in
from an artery in her inner thigh up through her heart and to the artery
where the old port is. The device will grab it and then they can pull
it out through her leg. This does not sound good to me?! They say it is
routine and not to be concerned?! I have no choice but to say yes as I
can't offer a better idea. Prayers please!
11:07am...
New
Dr is a little short on personality but I think he is in a hurry to
start so I'm way good with that. Moya is awake but making little sense.
She knows she is going into another procedure, but doesn't really
understand it. Bragging that she "peed in a pan and that the nurse who
helped her should get a raise". Dr said he can't guarantee he can get it
out, but is confident he can. Said she'll need 4 hrs recovery time and
her leg will be sore. If he can't, I think that means a big surgery
which I don't want to think about yet. His gripe is there are now two
devices poking through her artery. He has to make sure to get the right
one. Oh boy.
1:22pm...
Just
met with doc. Surgery was a success. Old port is out. I'm with her now.
She has to stay for 4 hrs in recovery to make sure the leg artery is
healed and not bleeding. They ended up having to go in thru the vein in her jugular (neck) as well then pull it out thru her femoral vein (groin). We can breath a bit easier now. Whew! Thank
you God!
July 29, 2014
Surgery
surgery and more freaking surgery.... I think I've paid every hospital
in Columbia's electric bill twice over this year.
Now let's move this silly port and get on with it.
But first............. Heh heh heh — with Mark Brown at Boone Hospital Center.
July 26, 2014
So what's up these days?
1. I'm still not back to work. I was supposed to go back on the 21st.
Then felt like that was a little over zealous so I changed it to the
28th. Then my husband, parents and boss weren't comfortable with me
traveling to Madison for a meeting (that I was REALLY looking forward to
going to!!!!!) so now I can't come back to work until August 4th.
2. I'm on a shit load of narcotics so I can't drive.
3. I love Ellen. I would love to go see Ellen in person (obviously I've watched a LOT of Ellen during my weeks off of work)
4. My boobs are the weirdest looking things I've ever seen! These
expanders are soooo odd. Even more odd when they're not fully filled.
Picture a plastic bouncy ball all deflated and stuck in your chest,
slowly getting filled with saline. So bizarre. Oh and I feel like I'm
engorged all the time. Anyone have a breast pump handy??
5.
Yes, I DID put two sticky notes on my boobs right before they knocked me
out for surgery. Left boob said "Dear Dr. Suppes... Go get that lumpy
sonofabitch! Warn regards, Moya.
Right boob said "Dear Dr.
Puckett... I do NOT want Double Ds despite what my husband might tell
you after I'm knocked out cold. Your friend, Moya"
I really felt like I needed the very last word on this one!
6. "Fills" are weird, too. And a bit awkward. Picture this.... I'm
laying on a table, gown open in front, exposing my deformed, weird
looking deflated bouncy balls with just two bumps and a scar across each
side, my older and somewhat serious surgeon on one side, a younger
somewhat serious resident on the other side (must have read from the
same book they studied in surgical school), an older nurse and my
husband all in the same SMALL exam room staring at the bumps on my chest
with no nipples. Awkward. So... I try to lighten the mood and say,
"Hey... So you know what's funny? I'm really cold right now and you'd
never even know it."
Okay, so Mark laughed and said the old surgeon chuckled a little, but geez... Tough crowd.
7. I don't remember the first week after surgery?! Apparently I saw a
few friends but had to get the low down from Mark. Drugs are so weird!!
8. I have to wear this really awful ugly bra for six weeks.
However, I'm starting to actually fill it out! That's a first! And
apparently at the hospital, I told my nurse I wear a size 38A. Is there
even such a thing? Again.... Drugs.
9. Apparently nobody
(surgeons and oncologist) likes that my port (where they put my chemo
in) is about to pop out of my skin. So this Tuesday the 29th I get more
surgery to have it moved up. Hey, what's one more... Kinda starting to
like it in a sick sorta way.
10. I love my family, my friends, my doctors, my nurses and Ellen. Oh, and my eyebrows are starting to grow back
Ciao!
MB
July 25, 2014
SO....
It appears that surgeons and oncologists don't like when your port (for
chemo) looks like it's going to pop out of your skin because the Tata
expansion is pushing it out. I guess you won't have a hard time finding
it from now on, Nurse Daniel Yung!
Surgery on Tuesday to move it on up!
July 23, 2014
That's shampoo... On my head... That has HAIR on it! I even used some conditioner with a side of giggles and a huge smile :')
July 22, 2014
Pump
up the jam, pump it up, while your feet are stompin' and the jam is
pumpin'... I mean my boobs. Stitches out, saline in.... Valium
swallowed. Holy crap I feel like an old 80's Reebok shoe. — with Mark Brown at University Hospital.
BTW, those were my fists.... I couldn't believe how many people thought they were my implants!
July 10, 2014
1. Final Pathology = NED! (No Evidence of Disease)
2. I have new boobs! (semi-deflated weird looking ones from the expanders, but still...). Rotten tatas OUT.
3. My head is starting to look like a chia pet (yay, hair!)
4. Cancer Free! Wahoo!
5. I'm not allowed to shower for 3 weeks, so I wouldn't advise hugging me.
6. Markie, my mom & dad (Sam), my sis-in-law (Nancy) and my friends are all evidence that God is great.
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