Since my hysterectomy 16 months ago, I have had a steady stream of pregnancy dreams. Maybe one every couple of months or so. But this week, I've had three. Sunday night, I dreamed I was pregnant, but my belly wasn't getting as big as it should have. At first, the doctor thought something was wrong with the baby, but then he decided everything was fine and I was scheduled for a c-section two days later. I woke up, not pregnant and no baby to look forward to in 2 days. I was depressed for half of the day because the dream was so real. Another time this week, I was pregnant and again they thought something was wrong with the baby because my belly wasn't big. I always got HUGE when I was pregnant, so I'm really not sure why I keep dreaming this. It's never going to happen. I don't know if my hormones are whacked out or what. I have also been having nightmares recently, which is not like me. These are the same kinds of things I always dreamed when I was pregnant. Very weird and depressing.
A good friend of mine is expecting at the end of August. I am looking forward to meeting her little one, but I'm a little nervous about how I'll react to hearing her initial news of the baby's birth. She reads this blog and I've told her before that I want to be brutally honest when I write, so I hope she understands why I'm even posting. It's just something that's been on my mind. You know I love you, L, and I love your baby, too!! I may be just fine when I hear, but the last time I heard of a friend of having a baby, I lost it (psycho February post). We'll see....
On a different note, my biopsy went well. I barely felt the needle used to give me anesthetic and only felt the biopsy needle a little more than that. I swear the anesthetic didn't work, because my boob never did get numb. I have a big bruise on it and it still hurts a little, but it really wasn't that bad. The radiologist who did it told me that if it wasn't an adenoma, it should be. He said it looked just like one. Then after he did the biopsy, which only took about 15 minutes, he told me that he was pretty sure it was benign. Sigh of relief!
There are other things I could write about, but I think I'll leave them alone for now.
Hope you're having a wicked awesome summer,
Paula
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
I can finally exhale....
After holding my breath for over a month, I finally have an answer to my breast lump. Or at least it's an ALMOST sure one. Benign fibroadenoma. BENIGN! My appointment had been postponed from July 3 to July 26, then the office rescheduled me again for yesterday.
I got the call on Monday morning that I had been pushed up to the 18th. My heart stopped and then my brain quit working. I had been doing a pretty good job of not thinking about it, even though it hurt quite a bit last week. I figured that I wouldn't start worrying until next Tuesday night maybe. After I got off of the phone, I literally couldn't think of anything else until it was over with. I felt like I was on this huge balance of life--if it tipped one way, my life could possibly soon be over and if it tipped the other, I would be fine. In between is a terrible place to be--not knowing how a 15 minute doctor's appointment could change your life. When I signed up to do the Avon walk, I didn't really have a reason. I know now why I walked. I walked for those who are on that balance--waiting for a diagnosis, for the treatments to work, to be told what the next step in their lives might hold for them... Anyway. The doctor gave me three options: 1) wait and see if it changes; 2) go ahead and do a biopsy to be sure it is benign; and 3) go ahead and surgically remove it. I'm not a wait and see kind of person and I think I've had enough surgery in the past couple of years, so those were out. I go in next Thursday for an ultrasound-guided biopsy. It doesn't sound like fun to me, but I'm so giddy about not hearing the "C" word that I'm really not worried about it.
I have thought about 50 different things to write about in the past 2 weeks, but haven't had time to put them into the computer. The subjects ranged from losing the matriarch of my husband's family (Grammy) to my oldest daughter's 13th birthday to the 2 year anniversary of having and losing my little Blessing. I'll cover that one.....
July 17, 2005, I found out that I was expecting for the 8th and final time. I didn't let myself get excited or really even think about the baby that much, for the 3 short weeks I knew I was pregnant. I don't think that numbness helped me in anyway after losing Blessing--I still grieved hard. That little baby deserved to be thought about and be excited over and it wasn't until after I lost her that I realized that. (I don't know why, but I think that baby was a girl. I think Christian and Mercy were boys. It's just a hunch.) I had been a long time since I cried over my baby, but on Tuesday night, I did. I'm bawling right now, too. I guess it doesn't really matter how much time passes--I still miss my babies.....
One of these days, I will write about how I've changed since losing my babies. Sometimes I don't even know who I am anymore, be it good or bad, there's a little of both, but I'll get to that another time.
This week has been Vacation Bible School at our church, so I've been running around like crazy.
I'll write more soon,
Paula
I got the call on Monday morning that I had been pushed up to the 18th. My heart stopped and then my brain quit working. I had been doing a pretty good job of not thinking about it, even though it hurt quite a bit last week. I figured that I wouldn't start worrying until next Tuesday night maybe. After I got off of the phone, I literally couldn't think of anything else until it was over with. I felt like I was on this huge balance of life--if it tipped one way, my life could possibly soon be over and if it tipped the other, I would be fine. In between is a terrible place to be--not knowing how a 15 minute doctor's appointment could change your life. When I signed up to do the Avon walk, I didn't really have a reason. I know now why I walked. I walked for those who are on that balance--waiting for a diagnosis, for the treatments to work, to be told what the next step in their lives might hold for them... Anyway. The doctor gave me three options: 1) wait and see if it changes; 2) go ahead and do a biopsy to be sure it is benign; and 3) go ahead and surgically remove it. I'm not a wait and see kind of person and I think I've had enough surgery in the past couple of years, so those were out. I go in next Thursday for an ultrasound-guided biopsy. It doesn't sound like fun to me, but I'm so giddy about not hearing the "C" word that I'm really not worried about it.
I have thought about 50 different things to write about in the past 2 weeks, but haven't had time to put them into the computer. The subjects ranged from losing the matriarch of my husband's family (Grammy) to my oldest daughter's 13th birthday to the 2 year anniversary of having and losing my little Blessing. I'll cover that one.....
July 17, 2005, I found out that I was expecting for the 8th and final time. I didn't let myself get excited or really even think about the baby that much, for the 3 short weeks I knew I was pregnant. I don't think that numbness helped me in anyway after losing Blessing--I still grieved hard. That little baby deserved to be thought about and be excited over and it wasn't until after I lost her that I realized that. (I don't know why, but I think that baby was a girl. I think Christian and Mercy were boys. It's just a hunch.) I had been a long time since I cried over my baby, but on Tuesday night, I did. I'm bawling right now, too. I guess it doesn't really matter how much time passes--I still miss my babies.....
One of these days, I will write about how I've changed since losing my babies. Sometimes I don't even know who I am anymore, be it good or bad, there's a little of both, but I'll get to that another time.
This week has been Vacation Bible School at our church, so I've been running around like crazy.
I'll write more soon,
Paula
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