Had an ultra sound today with 4 breast biopsies…wow…that was pretty uncomfortable and I’m bruised up quite a bit and sore. Tylenol and ice packs tonight. They are looking for the tumor and have not been successful so far. Saw two lymph nodes that were tested in my room and they were benign. The other one has to be sent to the lab and will know on that one in a couple of days. The fourth one was so deep they could not reach it. These were 3 women physicians trying to get what they saw on the screen. I have dense breasts and have always been tender when pushed on and the instruments they use really hurt me even though they make my breast numb, it’s the pressure I can’t take and the digging and when they tag the spots with little tiny pieces of metal. Tomorrow, I get yet another pet scan and electrocardiogram to check my heart and see if I can take the chemo because the side effect of this chemo is congestive heart failure…nice…hmmmmmmmmmm….died from heart attack instead of cancer…not my choice thank you. MD Anderson tries to make having cancer not so bad on people, everyone is nice and in good spirits and the environment is soothing. I’m glad I’m going here and they have the big guns for what I need. Your depressed because you are sick…well, shall I say, I’m depressed…and its hard to be in a bad mood there because there is so much always going on. They offer free yoga which I plan on getting involved in since I do love yoga….I will say, the parking is a bitch…$15.00 for valet and $12.00 for self pay. I cannot keep paying this…its just too much…something has to happen. I still have many more tests to do and the least one I want to do is the MRI. I will have to take a Valium because I’m very claustrophobic. That is on Tuesday. And even thought this is hard, it is very hard, I have to do it to find the tumor. I’m not sure what is going to happen if we don’t find the little devil….it must be destroyed.
Driving my art car to MDA is funny. The parking attendants are all amused at my car. One woman was going to drive my car to park and I asked her if she could drive a stick and she said, What I’m worried about is these chickens falling off…are they going to roll off? I laughed so hard and said, well, they stayed on the whole time I drove from my house…she was scared to drive my car…I said, get used to me, cause I’m going to be here a lot. I’m tired, i must go to bed and get up for the pet scan in the morning. EARLY…can’t eat anything or even drink my coffee. I’m not going to be a happy girl tomorrow.