So today, I go to the Surgeons' offices for follow up. Dr. Berman at Noon, remove the drain, check the progress of suture healing. Then downstairs to Dr. Axelrod's office to check out the work. Get the word on the pathologies, and the next step in the game. Radiation, chemo, herceptin, who will I go to for that. A big day, I'm so ready to get this drain out. It's been the bane of my world these past few days. So today, by 1pm I'll be free of the drain. I'm so happy!
I'm nervous about the pathology reports, I'm hoping they will be the better end of good news, so I'll be sure to re post later to those results. I couldn't write yesterday, just simply too tired and the nerve pain in my wrist was too much to type yesterday. It's getting better, but still stinging me from time to time. My range of motion is improving, but that darn drain holds me back. My husband was amazed when he looked at my back and saw that I didn't have the A Cup there anymore. You would have thought I was the sexiest woman in the room. To him, I was. That's why I love him. Here I am cut up, drain hanging out of me, bruised breasts, smelling to high heaven because I can't bathe or shower, and my husband thinks I'm sexy. Priceless. I'm not quite to the point of feeling "sexy" yet, nor am I ready to even think about getting down to business, if you know what I mean, but to hear that I'm sexy...def good thing to hear. Good for the morale. Ed was home Monday, but only for the day, he had to leave that evening for Albany, and he most likely won't be home again until the beginning of November, so October is looking to be a lonely stretch of time. Phone calls once a day, and letters with the paycheck will be the course for the month. November will be the month of giving thanks. Thanks to having my hubby home.
But I have to say, Follow up visits to my faith have been met. I have had several friends in crisis of one kind or another. I tested my faith. I challenged it by saying, "Okay, give me proof that Nam Myoho Renge Kyo really works." So I chanted for many things, not just for me, but for my many friends in crisis. I believe in the mystic power for sure now. My friend who hasn't been employed for way too long, and nothing seemed to be coming through. It looked as if he would have to take a job with a 3 hour commute one way, not get to see his kids or wife, things were bleak. So I chanted for him to find the perfect job, close to home that paid a good wage...he got the offer to a perfect job, 20 minutes from home, good pay. My other friend whose hubby is very sick and the chemo is having a field day with him; hospitalized not doing well. I chanted for his quick return to health so he can go home and be with his wife. He went home and is doing better. I was concerned for my daughter and the chaos she finds herself in. So again, I chanted for her find the path to serenity, she called me last night and she will be moving to a place that will offer her peace and breathing room from the chaos that swirls like an edie around her trying to drag her down. She wasn't happy, but now she has breathing room, she will find joy and happiness soon. I know it. As for me and my needs, I asked for minimal pain, quick recovery, and the best possible news on follow up. So far, I've gotten two of the three requests. But that said, I have complete faith that the third request will fall easily into place.
This is not to push what I have found on anyone else. I am just simply stating my amazement at how truly mystical it is, and how simply it is applied. I am my own Buddha, I have found peace in my turbulent ocean, a life raft. So I continue to chant, and know that prayer, in any form, is an amazing power. Mystical, magical, and merciful. So please don't stop praying for me and for anyone else. The power of prayer can move mountains, it can change the course of rivers, and it will bring peace.
I'll post later on my follow up visits. So tune back in soon.
Morning!
Love and Light!
Melissa
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