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And forget not all of his benefits.
The surgeon called. The margins are clean, the signal nodes were clear; I am done with surgery. Any treatment after this is on the off-chance that a cell or two slipped by, and to teach that area of my breast to behave itself and not go wildly multiplying.
Time from biopsy to post-surgical phone call -- two months and one day.
The scars are about two inches long apiece, and look like this: /
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And if I was living in another time or another place, I might not even know yet that I had cancer.
Praise Him with the sounding cymbals!
I can quite relate to that last sentiment. I think in much of the developing world I'd be dead by now. I don't really understand the progress of medicine to say at what era we got sufficiently advanced to keep me alive.
ReplyDeleteYAY. That's great! What a relief!
ReplyDeleteNow they just need to work on shortening that two-month period for others.
And yes, exactly, modern local medicine is a wonderful thing.
The whole thing, from first spotting by the mammogram technicia, through the biopsy 10 days later and on to surgery was incredibly delay-free.
ReplyDelete--and with loud clanging cymbals. Which--one hopes would be true no matter what the outcome had been. Boom CRASH.
ReplyDeleteI think so. I am not sure how long it would have taken to get to that point had the news not been good. Though I have tried to stay "recollected", remembering that "bad" news would only (in Bunyan's metaphor) be a messenger to tell me that I was drawing closer to the river.
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