To tell you the truth, Cliff and I aren't worried about Rachel having cancer. We were at first, very much; but then we started getting positive news. This seems to us like a battle she will win. She feels very positive about the outcome too. Of course we are sorry she has to go through surgery and recuperation; that's never fun. We will breathe much easier after surgery has been performed, because that's when they "stage" the cancer, but they seem confident so far that it is not in the lymph glands.
I was amazed to learn that insurance will pay for her new breast, which will be an implant. The plastic surgeon will be right there in the operating room to begin that work. It's a process, and will take some time and lots of doctor visits. When that breast is the size she likes, they will stop. Then they will make her other breast match it. Is that not amazing? I wonder when this sort of treatment was invented, because I know women who had breast surgery twenty years ago that didn't get the benefit of this sort of treatment.
I hope I got all this information correct. My daughter was reluctant to blog about boobies, so I thought I'd share just a tiny bit of information. Remember, I'm the woman who had a breast reduction and told my readers all about it. I don't consider breasts a naughty subject.
I hope one of these days, perhaps at some time after surgery, Rachel will share some of the details using her unique brand of humor... which of course is a family trait she inherited from both sides, but especially from her father.
Among other news, it makes a person think when she hears that a former neighbor stabbed his drug dealer with a screwdriver because the guy gave him baking powder instead of the drug he paid for. Yeah. This idiot lived right next door.