Where has the time gone?
This crazy pandemic has all sense of time out of whack for me. How about you? I think the past seven-ish months have flown by. How could that be when so much of the world has slowed down, or even stopped? The days, weeks, and months are quickly passing.
The last time I wrote was July 2nd! July. 2nd. My plan was to write frequently, particularly in regards to my weekly CSA and discovery of new recipes. But I only made it to week 3! We are presently on week 21, and next week is our last week. So I’ve got some catching up to do, and certainly some new recipes to share. I wish I could promise to be more consistent in my writing, but all sense of time is lost. I’ll certainly do my best!
I’ve been keep plenty busy, now babysitting our grandson one day a week, and getting many household projects done. With the cooler weather, I’ve moved more indoors with crafting, resumption of my photos scanning project, continued exercise, and a bit of activism and volunteerism from home.
Back in mid-August (I meant to write then, too…), we traveled to Philadelphia for my 6-month check up post surgery. It was an odd trip in a Covid world, with lots of restrictions, temperature taking, and not much traffic. The appointment went well. My oncologist was pleased with the amount of exercising I have been doing, confirming that it’s one of the best things to counteract the side effects of the Aromasin. She spent about an hour talking with me, and then performed a physical exam of my chest wall. This exam is the best mitigation I have, since I can’t do mammograms, so it’s an important part of the visit.
Surprisingly, my oncologist noticed a small lump (for lack of a better word), in the area between my chest wall (where my breast would have been) and my arm pit. It was not something I had felt before, so I was a bit taken aback. The best way I can describe the lump is that it felt like a hard grain of rice in terms of size, shape, and texture. The doctor’s first thought was that it was a surgical clip left behind, so she immediately got my oncology surgeon on the phone. The surgeon indicated that she doesn’t leave clips behind on breast cancer patients, for the very reason that they might think it was a forming tumor, if noticed. It was possible, however, that my plastic surgeon left it behind, since he did the closing. It was decided that the best course of action was an ultrasound.
Being a Monday and given reduced staff counts because of Covid, my doctor had difficulty getting in touch with radiology. So she did something not quite heard of locally… she walked down to radiology to speak with someone directly! And, she was able to get me in.
I was hoping that the ultrasound would very clearly show a clip. It’s a metal object and would show up pretty definitively. But that’s not what happened. The resident doctor who initially did the ultrasound actually had the attending physician also take a look. I didn’t get a clear answer other than it is “probably” a “surgical remnant” (such as a suture). They did not seem concerned but it wasn’t something I could automatically remove from my worry-about list. For now, it’s just a watch and wait thing, with a repeat ultrasound when I return in February.
I’m doing a good job of not thinking about it too much. When I do think of it, I feel for the lump. Still there, and still a grain of rice, so I think all is well.
To put the time issue into some perspective, it’s been exactly a year since my whole recurrence issue started. Blink. Where has the time gone?
IMDb: About Time (2013)