Barbara and I, my dear friend.

Barbara and I, my dear friend.

Barbara stayed with me that night in the hospital.  She made sure that I had appropriate pain management and that emotionally I was intact.  I didn’t think I needed anybody, but it was so nice to have her there.  It takes sometime to fathom what you have just gone through.

Dr. Iglehart and Dr. Hergreuter came to do rounds in the morning and I was able to go home. “Home”, that was scary. Back into the real world.  A woman came in to do Reiki on me before I left, and it was comforting.  Soon after that, Barbara took me home to reality.  Now that the mastectomy was completed, the assumption was that I was cancer free.

I had a left mastectomy. They had to remove the whole breast. I forget some of the exact details because I didn’t journal throughout this time.  They were able to save the implant, which had been a significant part of the surgery.  I was actually working as a home care nurse. My immediate colleagues were so kind and compassionate, but corporate didn’t care.  I had not been working for the company for a year yet, only ten months, so I had to get back to work in thirty days or I would have been terminated.  I was already struggling to save my home in Connecticut.  My dad put so much of his hard earned money into it and now divorced, fighting cancer, I had no choice.  I had to go back to work.  That’s the reality of breast cancer.

Persevere,
Monique