I had the hardest time dragging myself out of bed this morning. It's raining. I'm tired. For a good reason (Mr. Heff and I stayed up later than I should have b/c BCBC), but tired nonetheless. It's inauguration day, and I'm not going to get melodramatic, but y'all know I'm not excited about that.
My mom's appointment was okay. They took out 8 cm of tumor (!!!), and of 14 lymph nodes, 5 had cancer cells and one had micrometastases
. (Basically, small numbers of cancer cells hanging out.) Which is not game over, but obviously less preferable than them being cancer-free. And TBH, I feel a lot less positively about this than I would have if they had found them in, say, only 1 or 2 nodes.
Her surgeon didn't have a whole lot to say, other than that she forwarded the path report to my mom's oncologist, and she should schedule a follow-up with him. She removed the surgical drain, ace bandaged her up, gave her some more exercises to do to regain her arm strength, and sent her on her way. Oh, and she's cleared to drive, walk her dog, and basically do everything except heavy lifting and returning to work.
My mom says she'll schedule her follow up with her oncologist when she's feeling better, and I think she should do it now. DH is like "Nag the shit out of her" but he's coming from the perspective of his mom never seeing a doctor and eventually being hospitalized with end-stage liver disease, so that is more about his mom than it is about mine. I'm going to wait and see, for now. Maybe text her once to see if she's made her appointment.
We don't really know anything until she sees the oncologist, so I should sit down. But y'all know I love me some Google. She was already due to have radiation after, so they may stay the course. And/or do adjuvant chemo. And/or do more hormone therapy. (Her tumor is ER+, so it is sensitive to estrogen, and cutting off the estrogen stunts its growth. Or should.) And/or something else. Meanwhile, my brother's wedding is happening, and there is a possibility that additional treatment will interfere with that timeline. So we just have to wait until she sees the oncologist. Which is why I want her to go this morning.
And in routine news, Wooz put together an awesome marine biologist getup for school spirit day. I asked DS what he wants to be when he grows up, and he said "Wooz." (When Wooz was his age, she wanted to be a cat when she grew up.) And despite last night's fun, I am irritated with DH because when he leaves, he always leaves the door to the garage open. And if the garage door is open, one or both of the cats get out. And I'm not hardcore, I let them hang out on the porch when we're home and it's nice out, because basically all they do is lounge, and occasionally chitter at a sparrow in a tree. But I'm not leaving them outdoors all day when no one is home, especially when it's raining.
So of course the kitten got out, and I had some things to say about it (including wondering why it's so GD hard to shut the effing door), and DH accused me of being "overprotective" of the cats. Relative to someone who had like 6 cats growing up (one at a time), because no one could be bothered to look after them and they always vanished after a couple of years, yes. Relative to baseline responsible pet ownership, no. They don't even have personalized dishes.