So, I go to the MRI place. They hook be up and stick me in the can and I freak out. I'm telling myself, I can to this. I can do this. They hadn't even turned the machine on and I buzzed the buzzer and quit. The gal was really nice and told me to go get some drugs and come back in a few days and try again. What a whimp!!!
So I go get some drugs. Some kind of Valium. I go to the chiropractor right before and have my shoulders all rearranged as I have to hold my arms above my head for a half an hour, while laying on my stomach with my boobies dangling down so they can take images of them. I take the Valium on the way home, and a friend comes to give me a ride. By the time we get there, I'm getting loopy.
While I'm waiting I'm psyching myself into believing that I'll be laying on a tanning booth getting a tan while they are doing some construction in the building next door. The noise is going to be irritating from the construction, but I can just ignore it and enjoy my tan. (The MRI machine sounds like one of those well drilling machines. Dang it's LOUD!!)
So, they ask if I want to wear ear plugs. HELL YES!!!
They put me in the can and turn on music. I asked for County Music cuz it's easy to listen to. And guess what? It worked!!! I was actually able to sit thru the whole thing without freaking out. I just counted the songs until they were done.
And, they say there are 3 lumps. Or something that looks like maybe a mass between the original two. Lovely. Damned if I can find it.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Medical Checkups
So, it's time now to check out the new lump. So, mamo, ultra sound, and a biopsy. And of course the xray reader doc was a real bitch and came storming out and said. We believe your cancer is back and you have to have a biopsy now!!! I told her, no thanks and left. Scheduled the biopsy for the following week or two or three. If she was 30, I'm surprised. How unprofessional.
I will never do a biopsy again, ever. God that was painful.
And of course it is cancer. And there is a second lump by my armpit. Damn!!!
So, the same surgeon wants to do surgery and I'ma dragging my ass on it. So she suggests an MRI...
Meantime, I'm starting on all kinds of stuff that I did before and plenty of new stuff.
I will never do a biopsy again, ever. God that was painful.
And of course it is cancer. And there is a second lump by my armpit. Damn!!!
So, the same surgeon wants to do surgery and I'ma dragging my ass on it. So she suggests an MRI...
Meantime, I'm starting on all kinds of stuff that I did before and plenty of new stuff.
Between then and now
I agreed to have mamograms on the left side twice a year for two years, and on the right side once a year for those two years. Lessee, Jan 2012, clear, Oct 2012, clear. I don't think I went in at all in 2013.
The rest of 2011 and half of 2012, I did lots of alkaline type diet and got my health back for the most part.
May 2011, daughter and I took a road trip to take some furniture to a friend in North Carolina. We went via I-36 to the 'geographical center of the united states'. The first time I had been there was on that road trip to visit a friend in Missouri the year before. Then we popped down to Kansas City and spent the night in a real pit of a motel. They did not even give us regular towels. All we had were hand towels. We were both so tired we didn't care. The next morning we scouted out were we were in this part of town. Spooky!! Then we went on down to NC and spent a couple nights with my girlfriend. Then on to Virginia Beach so we could visit old friends. Then on the way back, we popped down to I-20 so we could drive thru Louisiana. This was the last state in the lower 48 that I had not been in. Then on thru Texas and back home.
Then the surgery.
January 2012, I went to Hawaii with my sister-in-law. Had an awesome time and spent way too much money. But hey, it was a once in a life time trip. Loved it. Now the only state I have left to visit is Alaska.
Summer 2012 we had the fires in Waldo Canyon and Manitou got evacuated.
June 2012, I and two friends opened a junk shop and tried to make a go of that for about a year.
November 2012, hey I'm eligible to retire. You think I can. Hell no! I just bought a house. Sometimes I think buying the house was a dumb idea.
March 2013 I and a girlfriend drove to Detroit so she could see her son get graduated with a PHD in music. That was a really fun trip. It was during this time that I noticed a mush on the corner of my left breast where the internal incision was, on the breast bone side. I told myself it was scar tissue and ignored it. It steadily got bigger.
Summer of 2013 the Black Forest Fire hit and summer was no fun at all. The junk shop did not pan out so we closed it in August.
January 2014, time for medical checkups.
The rest of 2011 and half of 2012, I did lots of alkaline type diet and got my health back for the most part.
May 2011, daughter and I took a road trip to take some furniture to a friend in North Carolina. We went via I-36 to the 'geographical center of the united states'. The first time I had been there was on that road trip to visit a friend in Missouri the year before. Then we popped down to Kansas City and spent the night in a real pit of a motel. They did not even give us regular towels. All we had were hand towels. We were both so tired we didn't care. The next morning we scouted out were we were in this part of town. Spooky!! Then we went on down to NC and spent a couple nights with my girlfriend. Then on to Virginia Beach so we could visit old friends. Then on the way back, we popped down to I-20 so we could drive thru Louisiana. This was the last state in the lower 48 that I had not been in. Then on thru Texas and back home.
Then the surgery.
January 2012, I went to Hawaii with my sister-in-law. Had an awesome time and spent way too much money. But hey, it was a once in a life time trip. Loved it. Now the only state I have left to visit is Alaska.
Summer 2012 we had the fires in Waldo Canyon and Manitou got evacuated.
June 2012, I and two friends opened a junk shop and tried to make a go of that for about a year.
November 2012, hey I'm eligible to retire. You think I can. Hell no! I just bought a house. Sometimes I think buying the house was a dumb idea.
March 2013 I and a girlfriend drove to Detroit so she could see her son get graduated with a PHD in music. That was a really fun trip. It was during this time that I noticed a mush on the corner of my left breast where the internal incision was, on the breast bone side. I told myself it was scar tissue and ignored it. It steadily got bigger.
Summer of 2013 the Black Forest Fire hit and summer was no fun at all. The junk shop did not pan out so we closed it in August.
January 2014, time for medical checkups.
Surgery Time
I stopped the MMS a week prior to the surgery.
My kids went along for the ride. We were supposed to be there at 7:30. The hospital starts calling at 6:30 wanting to know where the hell we were as we were late. I flipped and chewed some butt 'cuz the surgeon's office never called to let me know to be there at 6:30. They said, get here quick. Impossible. The horsepistal was on the other side of town, easily a 45 minute drive. My son made it in 30 minutes (he's a cabby after all).
I'm getting prepped and they're asking all kinda silly questions. Nurse asks if I have anything in my mouth, so I stuck my tongue out at her. Or some such nonsense. Had to make light of it. This is the one and only time I have ever had surgery of any kind in my life. SCAREY!!! AND, I might be boobless on one side too boot.
I had told her that I was going to do 'balloon radiation' after the surgery. So she put 4 pins in to note the margins of the tissue she removed. She ended up taking out a one inch think stack of business cards sized blob of tissue.
Actually, she got clear margins, and no cancer in the lymph. No radiation for me. HA!!
I healed up nicely, although with a huge dent on one side, and got on with my life.
My kids went along for the ride. We were supposed to be there at 7:30. The hospital starts calling at 6:30 wanting to know where the hell we were as we were late. I flipped and chewed some butt 'cuz the surgeon's office never called to let me know to be there at 6:30. They said, get here quick. Impossible. The horsepistal was on the other side of town, easily a 45 minute drive. My son made it in 30 minutes (he's a cabby after all).
I'm getting prepped and they're asking all kinda silly questions. Nurse asks if I have anything in my mouth, so I stuck my tongue out at her. Or some such nonsense. Had to make light of it. This is the one and only time I have ever had surgery of any kind in my life. SCAREY!!! AND, I might be boobless on one side too boot.
I had told her that I was going to do 'balloon radiation' after the surgery. So she put 4 pins in to note the margins of the tissue she removed. She ended up taking out a one inch think stack of business cards sized blob of tissue.
Actually, she got clear margins, and no cancer in the lymph. No radiation for me. HA!!
I healed up nicely, although with a huge dent on one side, and got on with my life.
July 2011 I elected to have surgery, so more tests
Surgery was scheduled for August 4.
So I had this radioactive seed test thingy done. They put these radioactive seeds in the breast tissue, close to the arm pit. My lump was on the left side below the nipple. Then I had to sit for about an hour to let the radiation start moving into the lymph system. Then I sat under a scope and they took x-rays. They were looking for the "sentinel nodes" in that part of the lymph system. During surgery to remove the lump, my gal surgeon was also going to remove two sentinel nodes and have them biopsied to see if the cancer had moved into the lymph system. Really interesting test, not too painful. And... don't need to ever do that again.
So I had this radioactive seed test thingy done. They put these radioactive seeds in the breast tissue, close to the arm pit. My lump was on the left side below the nipple. Then I had to sit for about an hour to let the radiation start moving into the lymph system. Then I sat under a scope and they took x-rays. They were looking for the "sentinel nodes" in that part of the lymph system. During surgery to remove the lump, my gal surgeon was also going to remove two sentinel nodes and have them biopsied to see if the cancer had moved into the lymph system. Really interesting test, not too painful. And... don't need to ever do that again.
A funny thing happened on the way back from lunch - July 2011
So, I'm taking the MMS to kill the cancer bugs, building up to 3 drops 8 times a day. I was somewhere in the process and hit a wall of pathogens that my system could not deal with.
The MMS works like an ocean wave. You take a few drops and it goes just so far into your system killing pathogens. Then you take another dose and it is like the wave coming in again, as the tide is rising, and it goes a little further into the system killing more pathogens. When you are sick, at some point, it will hit the cliffs and overload your system trying to kill the pathogens, and you end up with diarrhea and severe nausea. So, you back off on the dose until you are stable, then start increasing it again.
Well, one day, coming back from lunch, you guessed it! I crapped my pants. AND on top of it, my jeans were WHITE!!!! Lovely. Fortunately, I had a jacket which I wrapped around my ass, headed into the building, went straight for the bathroom and made a real mess. I emailed my co-worker on my ithingy to have one of the gals bring me my purse and car keys and went home and took a shower. Yes, I went back to work. Cuz, other than the fiasco, I felt fine.
The MMS works like an ocean wave. You take a few drops and it goes just so far into your system killing pathogens. Then you take another dose and it is like the wave coming in again, as the tide is rising, and it goes a little further into the system killing more pathogens. When you are sick, at some point, it will hit the cliffs and overload your system trying to kill the pathogens, and you end up with diarrhea and severe nausea. So, you back off on the dose until you are stable, then start increasing it again.
Well, one day, coming back from lunch, you guessed it! I crapped my pants. AND on top of it, my jeans were WHITE!!!! Lovely. Fortunately, I had a jacket which I wrapped around my ass, headed into the building, went straight for the bathroom and made a real mess. I emailed my co-worker on my ithingy to have one of the gals bring me my purse and car keys and went home and took a shower. Yes, I went back to work. Cuz, other than the fiasco, I felt fine.
Back to June 2011 - Hummmm. What to do?
So, I went and talked to a really sweet gal who is a really excellent breast surgeon. She explained everything to me, what all my options were and recommended some other doctors I needed to go talk to and get set up for chemo, radiation and drugs. You know, standard fair. Surgery and treatment depends on if it moved into the lymph nodes.
I went and talked to a radiologist. He was from India and a real jerk; insisted that if I did not have radiation I was going to die. He's from India for Christ's sake. He should know about aruvedic medicine. Left that office and never looked back.
I went and talked to an oncologist. He insisted that if I did not take the tamoxifan drugs that I would die within a few years as the cancer would come back. I said no thanks, left and never looked back.
I went and talked to a plastic surgeon about reconstruction, just in case. He was very nice, old school and did a wonderful job of explaining options. I did learn that, some Congress Women and Women Senators got laws passed so that for the rest of my life I can have plastic surgery on both sides to make them match and insurance had to cover it. Good to know.
Talked to a really nice medical professional who turned me on to some natural medicine cures, Chaga mushrooms and MMS. I purchased both and started using them immediately and I started
researching.
I went and talked to a radiologist. He was from India and a real jerk; insisted that if I did not have radiation I was going to die. He's from India for Christ's sake. He should know about aruvedic medicine. Left that office and never looked back.
I went and talked to an oncologist. He insisted that if I did not take the tamoxifan drugs that I would die within a few years as the cancer would come back. I said no thanks, left and never looked back.
I went and talked to a plastic surgeon about reconstruction, just in case. He was very nice, old school and did a wonderful job of explaining options. I did learn that, some Congress Women and Women Senators got laws passed so that for the rest of my life I can have plastic surgery on both sides to make them match and insurance had to cover it. Good to know.
Talked to a really nice medical professional who turned me on to some natural medicine cures, Chaga mushrooms and MMS. I purchased both and started using them immediately and I started
researching.
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