You mean we get to choose?

It's been a full day and one more appointment to go. My boobs haven't had this much attention since...well, let's just leave that one alone.

Ultrasound on my lymph nodes first thing this morning. When the young tech leaves the room and grabs another, which I assume more experienced tech, you think "mmmmm". When that more experienced tech leaves the room and the radiologist walks in to do your ultrasound you think "oh shit". After all that, his comment was "they don't look that abnormal". What the hell does that even mean? Just as I am starting to calm down and think happy thoughts he throws in that we won't know if the cancer has spread to the lymph nodes until surgery. A roller coaster ride for sure.

What I do know is that Surgery has been scheduled for April 5th. Met with my surgeon and we came to the conclusion that both breasts, after quite a run, will be retired and I get a brand new set. Chris and I met with the plastic surgery department. We are shown different implants, etc. and asked if we have thought about what size. Chris can barely contain himself. "You mean we get to choose?". Correction Mr. Eckhoff, I get to choose and I am pretty sure they are not what you had in mind.