Yesterday I had my final appointment with my plastic surgeon (you can read about the latest adventure here). I had a right prophylactic mastectomy and bilateral DIEP reconstruction in December of 2006 – a year-and-a-half ago. There have been touch ups, the addition of nipples and finally the tattooing which ended in May.
I’ve grown very comfortable with the office and staff. I feel silly admitting I was the teensiest bit melancholy knowing it was my last visit. But it made me think about my future final appointment with my oncologist, Lord willing.
Sometime around the end of November 2010 I will be five years out of chemotherapy and, from what I understand, will be released from oncological care. That is assuming there has been no recurrence or metastasis or new cancer. And baby, I’m assuming. Still, the thought of not being followed by my oncologist is frightening. I only see him every six months or so, but there’s a comfort in knowing someone is watching out for me. Now that I know I really CAN get cancer I want my tumor markers checked and I want to be scanned regularly for the rest of my life so we can find anything before it gets me. Know what I mean?
I suppose it’s a bit of paranoia. And I also suppose it’s ridiculous for me to even worry about it when I still have another two-and-a-half years to go before I get to this bridge. Besides. I have greater things to concern myself with at this moment. Like making sure I get all my books packed and the right SPF for our trip to Hawaii in two days. You read that right. I’m taking my newly released girls – and my family – to Hawaii. Just another chapter from my cancer story. I don’t recommend going through chemotherapy while your husband lives and works 1200 miles away, but we’re taking advantage of the perks.