Stage 1a in Every day scata

Pam had to have a second surgery. This time it was pretty major. They took more tissue samples along with a bunch of lymph nodes.

Follow-up appointment was yesterday. No cancer was found in the samples so the surgeon is calling it Stage 1a. I know all about staging, but I didn’t know they also assign letters.

Anyways. She has an appointment with the oncologist this coming week. Keep your fingers crossed.

She is not used to being sick. She feels like crap, hurts, nauseated, tired. Y’know the stuff I deal with on a daily basis. One good thing though, about fibro is that I KNOW how she feels, so I can care for her better. I am being kind of a nag though. It’s not in a mean way, it’s more of a “lay down and rest, miss stubborn” way. I mean, I just want her to feel better.

Gads I hope she doesn’t have to do any chemo. Even though they didn’t find any, it doesn’t mean that she is in the clear.

If she has to have more treatment, I won’t be able to get another part time job to replace the hospital job. I have noo money. I need a job. It’s fucking ridiculous.

All the stress made me go full on manic for a couple of weeks. It wasn’t fun. I’m finally getting back into an almost normal sleeping pattern.

So send some good mojo Pam’s way? I’d really appreciate it.