I just lied to my son. Told him nothing new was going on. I was sorry for having said it immediately. I don't believe in lying,... not until now anyway. He called to catch up, and ask about going out for dinner. I had Laryngitis on Mother's Day, so we made plans to go out for dinner the next week but then all this happened. I'm not ready to tell him yet. I keep saying 'When I'm better armed with information.' I will tell him, and before surgery, not after.
My mastectomy surgeon is Dr. Edwin Hayashi with Associated Surgeons of San Luis Obispo. He's a General, Vascular and Thoracic surgeon, Diplomate, American Board of Surgery. He says he's done a lot of mastectomies, but if he has it's not well known because a lady I've been put into contact with had him as a surgeon for gall bladder, but didn't use him for her mastectomy.
The Plastic Surgeon I do not know, but Dr. Hayashi said he has worked with Dr. KePing Tsao many times, and he is very good. I will meet with Dr. Tsao tomorrow afternoon and have a friend/coworker going with me to that appointment. Even having a friend go with me is a huge accomplishment for me, I never allow anyone to go with me to such things unless I'm not allowed to drive myself home.
I am a private person, a solitary soul, and living on the water in a sailboat is probably a pretty good indicator of that. Not a lot of single women choose that sort of lifestyle. But it's peaceful (mostly) and serene and means the world to me. I don't think I could live long-term any other way. I would wilt.
Two co-workers have offered their guest rooms, and offered to care for me, but I just don't know if I could do it. If I can just get on the boat and down into it, I think I'll be ok.
I finally told Jack Saturday night. (We've been dating a year and a half) It took me a few (several) tries, and it was hard, but I got it out. I had to take a couple different runs at it because he wasn't hearing me. When he finally did hear me he said nothing mattered but my survival, and us getting through this.
Jack can stay with me a few days to help me get on my feet. He wants me to come home with him, and I may do that if I don't think I can manage the boat. Last night he asked if there was counseling, for me and for him as well so we'd be better prepared so I need to get that lined up as well. I don't even know how to start.
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I just lied to my son. Told him nothing new was going on. I was sorry for having said it immediately. I don't believe in lying,... not until now anyway. He called to catch up, and ask about going out for dinner. I had Laryngitis on Mother's Day, so we made plans to go out for dinner the next week but then all this happened. I'm not ready to tell him yet. I keep saying 'When I'm better armed with information.' I will tell him, and before surgery, not after.
My mastectomy surgeon is Dr. Edwin Hayashi with Associated Surgeons of San Luis Obispo. He's a General, Vascular and Thoracic surgeon, Diplomate, American Board of Surgery. He says he's done a lot of mastectomies, but if he has it's not well known because a lady I've been put into contact with had him as a surgeon for gall bladder, but didn't use him for her mastectomy.
The Plastic Surgeon I do not know, but Dr. Hayashi said he has worked with Dr. KePing Tsao many times, and he is very good. I will meet with Dr. Tsao tomorrow afternoon and have a friend/coworker going with me to that appointment. Even having a friend go with me is a huge accomplishment for me, I never allow anyone to go with me to such things unless I'm not allowed to drive myself home.
I am a private person, a solitary soul, and living on the water in a sailboat is probably a pretty good indicator of that. Not a lot of single women choose that sort of lifestyle. But it's peaceful (mostly) and serene and means the world to me. I don't think I could live long-term any other way. I would wilt.
May 19, 2009 - 2:26pmTwo co-workers have offered their guest rooms, and offered to care for me, but I just don't know if I could do it. If I can just get on the boat and down into it, I think I'll be ok.
I finally told Jack Saturday night. (We've been dating a year and a half) It took me a few (several) tries, and it was hard, but I got it out. I had to take a couple different runs at it because he wasn't hearing me. When he finally did hear me he said nothing mattered but my survival, and us getting through this.
Jack can stay with me a few days to help me get on my feet. He wants me to come home with him, and I may do that if I don't think I can manage the boat. Last night he asked if there was counseling, for me and for him as well so we'd be better prepared so I need to get that lined up as well. I don't even know how to start.
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