I was lucky (ha ha) enough to squeeze 3 doctor appointments into one trip today, so it's no wonder I feel like poop by the end of the day.
My first visit was a work in with Dr. L. I've been having some problems with my left arm after surgery, and Dr. L.'s nurse confirmed I have lymphedema in it. Boo. So they gave me a prescription for a compression sleeve and I'm going to look around Tyler to see who offers lymphedema therapy.
My second appointment was in Dr. S.'s office to continue my Herceptin therapy. Whoo hoo
The office was running behind today and the pharmacy didn't have my medicine ready when I got there, so I spent a lot of time sitting around the office waiting. But the upside is that, as an aftermath of my breast surgery, the nerve endings just under my port were cut so I didn't feel a thing when they accessed it today! Hooray for small victories I guess. Ha ha So from here on out I'll continue the Herceptin therapy every 3 weeks until next March. Then I'll be a free woman!
My last visit of the day was to Dr. A., the plastic surgeon, who graciously worked me in after being over an hour late. Love this man - but he loves to cause me pain! He worked on the infected incision that seems to be bleeding more and forming some blisters on the skin. He continued to squeeze the heck out of it, then mash the expanders around so the excess fluid comes out and then compressing my sore muscles on the my sides to ensure their excess fluid is drained out. I left there feeling 10pounds lighter since he squeezed out so much excessive wound fluid, but I am still sore as I sire here and type. He says the excess bleeding is a good sign - in an odd way - but overall he's not happy with my skin's healing progress. I think he'll check it for another week or two and then decide if he's gonna take me back into surgery to cut it out. THEN maybe we can start expanding them back to normal! Again, I feel grateful to have a doctor that not only cares about my healing, but is willing to take the time to check my wounds 1-2 times a week and work me in when I'm late. He hasn't quite opened up to me all the way, but I think I'll crack his shell before this is all over.
I go back to Dr. L. and Dr. A. next week. I have my fingers crossed for good news!
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