Hernia Surgery

Dr Johnson noticed a lump near my navel. I've had it for years, but never really thought anything of it. He thought it might be a hernia. Since I've had so many procedures this year, it was to my advantage to do this procedure before the end of the year. One thing that always comes to mind, especially when you're a cancer patient is, "Could this be cancer?" It's a normal reaction.

December 27, 2006, I was scheduled for outpatient surgery at Banner Baywood Medical Center. The procedure went well, and it was discovered that it wasn't a hernia at all. It was a abdominal wall lipoma, or in plain English, a "lump of fat".

Round 5 and 6

Thursday, November 30, 2006 I arrived at 9:45 am for Round 5 of my treatments. Blood work still looking good and ready for chemo. Thank heavens I have my port again. I love my port! I'm trying my best to keep it as long as I can because I don't like getting stuck all the time. Treatment went well and I'm coping well with the drugs that I'm receiving every three weeks.

December 12, 2006 is my first appointment with Dr Rhee, my plastic surgeon. I really like him but I don't like what he has to say. If I have radiation, I do not qualify to go through the expander process, and because of scar tissue in my abdomen I cannot use that area, and the only option is to take the tissue from my back and move it to the front. YIKES! That's not what I wanted to hear. Honestly, if this is my only option, I would much rather be flat chested than go through that procedure.

Round 6, December 21, 2006, my last chemo treatment. I cannot believe it. Here I finally reached my last one and I did it! My blood work is perfect. So, here I am literally beaming. I'm ready let's get this show on the road. Treatment is uneventful, no problems. Afterwards, the nurses give me a "Certificate of Achievement" and ring a bell! I feel like I've graduated. This is a joyous day!

Round 4 & Thanksgiving

Wednesday, November 8, 2006 (Doug's 54th birthday) I go to the Dr Bachrach's office for my routine blood draw before chemotherapy. The nurse calls me back to do the blood draw. First, she gives me a saline solution to flush the port, but it feels funny. I told her, "This doesn't feel right!" She tries it again. I said, "There's something wrong, it doesn't feel right." The nurse goes and gets another nurse. A third time she tries to flush the port. Again I said, "This doesn't feel right!" She looks at my skin and there's a huge lump because the saline solution is going under my skin and not into the port. So, they had to draw out of my arm instead.

After what had happened with the port, the doctors office sent me to the hospital to have a test to see what was wrong with the port. I went to the radiology department. They had to give me an IV and put a dye into my veins. I went into this room where a machine was taking images of the port. After the test I was told that the port was, "broken" and that the "wires are all twisted up" and "do not use it".

Ok, the port is broken, what can I do about it? Absolutely nothing. How the hospital acted gave me the impression that it wasn't important. So, I called Dr Johnson and told his office about the "broken" port. Since I was on chemo, the window of opportunity to remove and implant a new port is very narrow. The procedure to remove the port and implant a new one was scheduled for Wednesday, November 22, 2006, the day before Thanksgiving.

November 9, 2006 I had round 4 of my chemo regime. Unfortunately, I had to use a vein because my chemo port was broken. I didn't like seeing the IV in my hand. This is the reason I wanted a port, I didn't want to have to do it this way. Yet, I had no options. I had to suck it up and just do it. Actually, my chemotherapy hasn't been too bad. I have had very little nausea and no vomiting. That's a good thing. Up to this point I've only had two instances that I did feel nauseous but I meditated my way through it. The first occasion, was when Doug was warming up his dinner. The smell hit me like a brick wall. I ran to the bedroom and shut the door. I laid on the bed and just meditated. The other time I was laying on the couch. I was home alone and all of a sudden I felt "ick". Once again, I laid there and closed my eyes. That's all I had to do. This truly was a blessing, no vomiting! On my way home, from chemo, I usually went to Ned's Crazy Sub for a sub sandwich. Ned's became my sub of choice and helped me to survive through my treatments! Thanks Ned's!

Here it is the day before Thanksgiving. I begin preparation for Thanksgiving dinner. I wash the turkey, salt and pepper it, and place it in a baking bag then put it in the refrigerator. It should be okay, especially since I didn't stuff it. I peeled potatoes and put them in salt water in pan, one less thing to do Thanksgiving morning. When I come home later today, I'll be on schedule in my preparation for Thanksgiving. It will be very intimate, just me, Doug and my Dad for Thanksgiving.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006, Doug and I arrive at the hospital at 1:30 in the afternoon for an outpatient procedure. This is supposed to be a simple procedure, remove the broken port and implant a new one. After the surgery, I see Doug's face, sick with worry, and the Dr Hamberg, the anesthesiologist stroking my arm with just as much of a worried look as Doug. Now, keep in mind, I just came out of surgery. I'm still drugged up, not really absorbing everything. Dr Johnson comes and tells me that during the procedure he cannot locate part of the Bard chemo port and that I need a CT Scan to see where it might be located. I'm telling Doug to calm down, because he's upset with worry, again I don't realize the severity of the situation.

I'm taken to do the CT Scan. I remember them telling me, "Breathe in, hold your breath, breathe", several times. The results of the test shows that the part is in my heart. This is a rare incident. It has been known to happen but very rarely. Well, I was the lucky one! Typically when the port breaks it goes one of two places; in your lungs or in your heart. The part went into my heart. I'm immediately admitted to the hospital and taken to a room. Still under the effects of anesthesia, I call LaDonna, my sister. Now keep in mind, LaDonna is out of town, in Tucson, for the Thanksgiving holiday. I tell her what's going on, like it's nothing! My advise to anyone, don't make phone calls when you come out of surgery.

Thanksgiving morning I'm in the hospital. I'm served a nice breakfast and told to stay in bed and not move around. I see a commode by the bed and I tell the nurse that I'm not going to use it when the bathroom is literally 10 steps from the commode. The nurse said that was the doctor's orders to use the commode because he didn't want me to exert too much energy or to get stressed due to the wires being in my heart. Don't they realize that using the commode would cause me more stress than using the toilet.

Dr Johnson came in to see me before the retrieval. I could see the concern on his face. He asked me, "When you had the test on your chemo port, didn't they tell you it was in your heart?" "No, they just told me it was broken and not to use it", was my reply. He shook his head and left. I can still see the look on his face! He wasn't very happy.

A young man took me to radiology for the procedure to have the part removed, and I was asked a few questions. One of the questions was, "When was the last time you ate?" Of course, I ate breakfast and evidently that became a problem because I wanted to be sedated. You know, I want to "see nothing", "hear nothing", and "feel nothing". Well, since I ate that wasn't possible so I began to cry and pray. Boy, did I pray!!! Now I'm frustrated. They knew I was having this procedure...why did they bring me breakfast? That's what I want to know! A little time later, they came back and told me they needed a special device to do the procedure and they had to go to another hospital to get it. Thank goodness, my prayers were answered. I was taken back to my room. I kept praying they would take a long time getting what they needed. Several hours later the young man came and took me back to radiology. They asked the doctor if I could have the sedation that I requested earlier and he said, "She can have whatever she wants!" The procedure to retrieve the part was to go through my femoral vein and pluck the wire from my heart and pull it out. All I remember is them showing me some blue wires in my hazy view.

After the procedure I was taken back to my room. The instructions were, that I had to remain still for the next 4 hours. That was a long 4 hours. I remember watching the clock and about 3 hours into my 4 hours of laying there, all I could think was, "I have to pee!" But there was no way I was going to use a bed pan. So, I just laid there and watched the clock. It was one of the longest hours of my life. About 5 minutes before my time was up, I called the nurse because I knew it might take that long for her to come. When she came in I told her, "My time is up and that I have to pee"." I also told her that she had to help me get up, because after laying there as still as can be, I was as stiff as a board and I could hardly move.

I was discharged about 5:00 pm, November 23rd, Thanksgiving Day. Thank heavens for the Washburn Family. Doug and I walked to the Washburn's house and we invited ourselves for dinner. They were so kind and gracious. I appreciate their friendship very much. They made Thanksgiving complete! This is a Thanksgiving I will never forget!

Friday, November 24th I cooked our Thanksgiving dinner.

Round 3

Thursday, October 19, 2006, 9:30 am, Round 3.  Blood drawn yesterday and everything is still looking good. We can move on to another round of chemo.

I love my chemo port! It's so much easier than having to use the veins in your arm, especially since my right arm is the only arm they can use. I had my lumpectomy and sentinel lymph nodes taken on my left side. Due to the removal of the lymph nodes, the left side is off limits to IV's, blood draws, and no blood pressure can be taken on that arm. When you have lymph nodes removed you are at high risk for lymphedema swelling of the effected area. In my case, it would be my left arm.

The nurse proceeded to start my chemo IV, everything went well. No problems and it took the usual 3 hours. At the end of my treatment, the nurse gives me heparin in the port to prevent blood clots. When she pushed it into the port I felt this bubbling gurgling sound go up the right side of my neck. I told her about it. She checked me for any leakage and asked me if I felt any of the chemicals on my skin. If the chemicals got on my skin, that would mean I would possibly have to have plastic surgery to repair any damage that the chemo drugs may have caused. However, it was a relief that no problems occurred. She did no further exam and she told me that every thing was alright. I went home, had my lunch and like clock work the Mack truck arrived!

Round 2

Round 2, 9:30 am, September 28, 2006: I had my blood drawn the day before treatment. The doctor says everything is good and ready for my second round of chemo. This time I was more prepared, I knew what to expect. It wasn't as scary this time, even though I didn't want to do it! It only took 3 hours, that's good, an hour less than last time. I was told it took about 3 hours, this is more like it.

I was hungry after treatment and a sub sandwich sounded good. I stopped by Safeway, why I don't know, I never go to Safeway. I must have gone there because it was on my way home or I just couldn't think where to buy a sub. I got a turkey sub with everything but tomatoes, I don't like tomatoes. I brought it home and for some reason it just did not taste good. I had olives on it, I like olives. But not today. After that sub I could hardly look at another olive, they grossed me out!

After eating, I began to feel that Mack truck feeling again. I was down again for another week and by the third week I was able to clean house and do the grocery shopping I needed to do before I had chemo again.

Look Good Feel Better

September 25, 2006, my best friend Robin Bissett and I go to Desert Samaritan Hospital to a class given by the American Cancer Society. It was a room filled with women with varying kinds of cancers. All of us bald and there for the same purpose, to "Look Good and Feel Better". It was comfortable being there and everyone "let their hair down" if you know what I mean.

They showed us a video and refreshments were provided. The ladies were wonderful explaining to us what chemotherapy and radiation does to the skin. It was very informative and fun at the same time. They taught us the importance of using mild soaps on our face and body. The importance of moisturizing our skin, especially since chemo dries out the skin. They taught us how to draw on our eyebrows. When you go through chemo you not only lose the hair on your head, but you lose your eyebrows and eyelashes, at least I did. They told us to use eyeliner to help our eyes not look so bland without eyelashes.

They gave us a gift bag with moisturizer, foundation make-up, blush and lipstick. They taught how to put on a scarf and different scarf creations. There were wigs there for us to choose from if we needed a wig.

Robin was in her element, because she's a licensed cosmetologist and she enjoyed helping everyone with their wigs and make-up. She was truly a friend in deed and I love her for helping me. Another thing Robin did for me is, she bought me a wig. We had a great time trying on different wigs. It was a fun day! So, now I have three wigs and I jokingly call them, "Me, Myself, and I".

I highly recommend the "Look Good Feel Better" program to anyone who is going through cancer treatment. As I stated earlier, it is with the American Cancer Society. I know they have classes all over the United States. Be sure to Google it to locate one in or near your area. You will be glad you did. Make sure you bring a friend. You will have fun and it will bring you closer together!

Chemo Begins

September 1, 2006, I met with Dr Bachrach. He went over my MUGA Scan and my blood work. The results of the scan and blood work were normal and this meant the chemotherapy regime would begin.

Round 1: Wednesday, September 5, 2006, I arrive at 1:30 pm. Of course I'm nervous, wouldn't you be? I've only known people that went through cancer treatment, I don't know what it's like personally. Well, today I'm going to find out!

The room is sterile and the nurses are friendly. I'm nervous and my heart is in my throat. I feel like I'm going to be sick and I haven't had any drugs yet! I'm working myself up and I begin to feel it go out of control. The nurse comes over to me with all the chemo bags. She proceeds and the only thing I can think of to do is close my eyes and breathe. I try my best to relax to keep myself calm and it begins to work. Once she begins, I feel calm and peaceful. I feel like everything is going to be okay. The treatment took about 4 hours. When I arrived home, I began to feel tired. Within an hour of getting home I felt like a Mack truck hit me. That was it, I was down. I could barely move. Dr Bachrach was right and then the next week I could do a little more.

After about 10 days, my hair begins to fall out. Not much, but I can tell. I refused to let the loss of my hair get the best of me. So I had a surprise for my Dad. I went to see Dad and we went out to lunch. After lunch, I told Dad that we needed to cut his hair. We took the chair into the carport, he sat down and I proceeded to cut his hair. When I was finished I said, "Okay Dad, it's my turn. You get to cut my hair!" He said, "What? Are you sure?" "Yeah Dad, I'm sure", I said. So we traded places and I was in the barber chair. He proceeded with a reverse Mohawk, and continued until every last strand of hair on my head was gone. I was in control, not cancer or chemotherapy, it was my choice when I lost my hair!

Thursday, September 15, 2006, even though I'm going through the chemo process, I still have to have mammograms. So today at 1:00 pm I had my mammogram, nothing abnormal, everything is good.