My surgeon for some unknown reason has sent copies of the surgical reports to my oncologist. I know that I told her that I would be doing this biopsy to shut some people up and that I would NEVER agree to take chemo, so why she thought that she needed to send those reports is beyond me. I think that when I say no to treatment that people just think I’m going through a phase. Nope, no phase here. I don’t want it, and this latest surgery has made me even more sure that I won’t be doing anything else to make anyone happy. I’m home from the hospital now with new bandages and more pain than I thought I would have. For some reason when my surgery was explained to me nobody mentioned the rib spreader. I guess I knew that if the surgeon was going inside my ribs that she was going to need to get through my ribs, but I think I just imagined that she knew some secret way to get through there without the rib spreader. I ended up going into the hospital a few days early so the surgeon saw me there and decided to cut me open then and get it over with so I agreed and let her cut on me. Now try to imagine that I’m still hurting from the mastectomy and lymph node removal on my right side and now it’s going to be a while before I can get rid of the new bandages and start walking on my crutches again without Rick walking behind me and actually moving my crutch every time I take a step. I have an appointment with the pain doctor this morning so I’m going to go and get dressed now because it takes me a bit longer these days to get dressed. I did get my coffee in me so I should be OK to go out into public this morning. I don’t like public, but that’s where the M&Ms are so I’ll give it a shot. I’m hurting too much to write this morning so I’ll give it another try later today or tomorrow, Hopefully by then I’ll be feeling better.