BOW Bound

It has been a roller-coaster week where I have felt pretty much as low as I've felt along this journey and I've hit the highest highs as well. Today clinches it, I'm going to BOW this weekend.

Sensitive people may want to skip this paragraph. BOW was dependent on what was happening with my infection. Last night while readying for bed, I bumped the scab where the left drain came out. When I got up to take my medication at 4 a.m. my PJs were covered in goop. All while I was sleeping the chest was draining through the old hole. I covered it up and went back to bed. When I got up it was the same. I was scheduled to call my nurse to let her know if I had swelling again. Needless to say because the area drained all night there was no swelling at all. Dr. Ginny called me back and said there was no point in her going in and opening me up to put a drain in, if the body was already looking after itself. She gave me directions on how to treat it and I went in to get a fresh dressing and some gauze and tape to carry me through the weekend.

While I had her on the phone I asked her some of the questions we should have asked yesterday regarding the pathology report. I asked her to explain it to me again, and in simple terms the chemo did its job really well, essentially melting away all of the cancer cells both in the lymph nodes and the breast. In fact, she says in the 25 years she been doing this she's never seen a cleaner report. She says at this point radiation is just extra insurance. I'll continue to be followed by the clinic for next five years. Every six months for the first two years and then yearly thereafter.

I had a card yesterday from my friends in the Atlantic Presbyterian Cursillo. Now I have to start packing for tomorrow...'cause I'm going to BOW and spending time with some of my best mates.