This morning, I left work to go get the echo ultrasound. It was strange watching my heart beat on the monitor .... similar to watching a baby in the womb. The valve looked like a tiny hammer keeping rhythm to my breathing. The lady tech said she needed 80 slices (photos) and as I watched the screen I let my mind wonder.
This test will determine if my heart can withstand my cocktail. She said that the doc will get the results in a few days .... well, in a few days I will be having my first chemo treatment. They better have it in time *geeze*
The most asked question I get from women is "did you feel anything? a lump?". The tech asked me this one. I said "nope, just my annual mammogram". She mentioned that it had been a couple years and she promised me that she would make an appointment. I feel like a walking testimony.
When the test was done, I ran into the nurse from radiology who held my hand during the port insertion. I asked her if I could get the stitches out now, but she said 7 days (only been 5). So, I'm going to try on chemo day. The stitches get caught on my clothes, ouch. The bruise is now yellow and healing.
I picked up the 2 photos of "my bruise" that I'm giving to Doc Esther so she can see for herself that I bruise easy. I feel the need to "prove" that I'm not a big wimp.
Tired. Worked some overtime past 2 days to make up hours for the echo.
More tomorrow ~