Tonight, I am trying to relax here in the hospital, getting ready for my surgery and frozen biopsy tomorrow. They will be taking out my lump and rushing it to a pathologist and hopefully we will get the results in thirty minutes. I already gave instructions to my surgeon that if the results state that the lump is malignant, then he should proceed with a mastectomy without having to wake me up for consent. I just talked to the anesthesiologist a few minutes ago and she briefed me on what to expect and prepare for. Apparently she will have control over my breathing, and that has made me nervous the most.
I will have three surgeons tomorrow: Lufie Dabao, my very good friend; Doc Emil Salcedo, not just a doctor but our adviser in business, carpentry and everything else; and Doc Demy Reyes, a specialist from our church in Alabang who came all the way here to be with me and with Bong, too. There will be two anesthesiologists, including Dr. Nestor Para and an internist, my cousin, Julie as well. All of them are good friends who want to be at hand for my biopsy and possible subsequent surgery. So far, they all remain optimistic that it will be benign because the tumor is well defined and movable. It has grown quite big though. Maybe as big as an orange.
I suppose I am as ready as can be. In a while they will give me a sedative so that I can relax and fall asleep.
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