A Great Day In the Big Apple

Once we got to E. 64th Street the worst was over. It was the traffic that stunk. But I got to Dr. Heerdt's office just a couple minutes behind schedule and went right in. (This is, btw, the first doctors office I have ever gotten in on-time regularly. At my old OB's office, I swear if I was 2 minutes late I was punished and made to wait at least 30 min. past my appointment time). Bailey was with us today and charmed everyone. Kevin and I had a short list of questions that we wanted to ask - and we got right to it.

She checked the incisions and said that they were healing beautifully. You can see, ever so slightly, a "flattening" where the tissue was taken out. Wearing a bra with some support makes it nearly invisible and I figure that if someone is looking that hard, then they deserve to see it. It was funny though, because Dr. H said "as long as you're OK with it". I guess I didn't think that being OK with that was an optional thing. It is what it is - I prefer the slight "dent" over the massive tumor, absolutely.

We were done in there so fast. Like, 20-25 minutes. I was pleased with everything she said and with the next steps; yes, I have to do radiation but I can do it locally and it'll be fine. We left the office and decided a walk to Central Park was better than getting back in the car right away. We walked by the ZOO and peeked at the seals from the walkway. Then on to the play ground for a few minutes of toddler release. We decided to eat in the city and went straight to 874-Taco (the place I'd been dreaming about before surgery) and ate up. Kevin finally got to get something from the questionable establishment called "Hot and Crusty" at the corner of 64th and 2nd(?) - I bought him a big cookie for the ride home.

In six months I go back to see my new BFF, Dr. H. On March 20th, the first day of Spring. That's the day that I'll have an MRI and another quick chat with Dr. H before I go to dinner and a show, or something equally New York-ish, with my Mom. Care to join us?