what’s it like to have needle localization and surgical biopsy?
Starting at 10am on Friday, February 21, just before we left to go to the hospital, our dear friend Michael Hackett arrived bearing tulips and chocolates and music and movies (Foxes starring young Jodie Foster and Bar Girls, which is just the distraction needed when healing from surgery!).
We arrived at CPMC at 10:30am and parked in the parking garage which had an entrance right to Floor 2 where the breast center is (maybe this is too many details? I took copious notes!)
Moya registered on the 1st floor then went to the 3rd floor where she was assigned to room 384 and promptly instructed to strip and clothe herself in a flimsy gown and sock-slippers with non-slip bottoms. We take pictures of Moya in said flimsy gown (perhaps we’ll post a photo album later!) and Moya inquires, “how’s my hair?” (it’s gorgeous). She wore one of her new sports bras to the hospital — it doesn’t fit super well. We have had a difficult time finding sports bras to fit Moya since she has a small chest size and a large cup size. Almost all sports bras for “larger-breasted women” only go up to cup size DD or DDD … or they expect you to have a large chest if you have large breasts. There’s a market space that is practically empty — sports bras for sizes like 34FF.
We were sitting and waiting for further instruction when Ali called to see how we were doing. Ali, the rock star gal that she is, was in Houston on her way to Belize for scuba diving and will be in San Francisco briefly on Thursday and Friday. We miss Ali (she moved to NYC a couple years ago and lives in Brooklyn now with her sweetie Elise). While on the phone with Ali, a nurse arrived at 11am and accidentally whacked me on the head with her clipboard — turns out I was sitting too close to the curtain (“closed door” says the nurse). Oy!
Moya’s blood pressure was taken (104/78 – “perfect” says the nurse). Nurse goes away to get something and Moya takes a look at her chart (whoops, we learn later after being chastened that we aren’t supposed to read her chart — liability and all). Nurse starts the process of inserting IV needle and Moya’s calm and doesn’t feel the needle but starts getting lightheaded. So she lies down. She gets clammy and the nurse wraps her up in blankets and fetches some valium and says “You’re diaphoretic” — that’s our new word for the day. Moya looks really miserable — having gone into a bit of shock from the needle. Nurse removes that IV (from Moya’s left hand) since it didn’t get in a vein, and tries to put an IV in the other hand. She can’t find a vein, the needle is just under Moya’s skin, her skin bubbles up as the fluids from the IV bag go in. Nurse removes it and says she’ll let the anesthesiologist get the IV needle in. Now Moya has bandages on both hands and a swollen area around one of the bandages (that finally went away by the next day).
bad bedside manner nearby (not for us!)
The woman sharing the room is being yelled at by her doctor because she didn’t stop drinking water at the right time. The doctor is reasonably upset that she didn’t follow the pre-surgery rules but his attitude and behavior are lousy. I’m glad he’s not Moya’s doctor.
the worst is almost over
By this time I’m feeling a bit helpless — Moya’s been in shock, stuck unsuccessfully in both hands with needles, had some valium, and she hasn’t even had the needle localization yet!
That was the worst part — it all gets better from here.
off to needle localization
11:30am arrives with Sofia the CRT who talks with us about what will happen during the needle localization and says they’ll do the lateral “easy” needle first (underneath and to the left of the nipple) and see how Moya does and then do the more difficult medial needle. I inquire about whether or not Moya wants to listen to music on my MP3 player (no, she doesn’t, she wants to be alert!) and Sofia looks at me quizzically — I explain “MP3 player.”
Sofia thinks she knows Moya but isn’t sure where they’ve met before (I love San Francisco). She explains that the 2 spots are far apart (where the calcifications are) and that she’ll take mammogram pictures and there will be a hole that Sofia will mark and then the doctor will put some Novocain there and insert the needle, some blue dye and the wire. We ask if I can come along and Sofia says of course. Wow! I’ve never seen a mammogram before and didn’t realize they’d let me be in the room while they did the mammograms and inserted the needles. I think it gave Moya some extra comfort and distraction.
Take the wheelchair! I recommend to Moya. Sofia brings a wheelchair and Moya wraps herself up in blankets and curls up in the chair. We go from the same-day surgery area on floor 3 to the breast health center on floor 2.
mammogram, needles, mammogram, repeat
By now it’s Noon and we’re in a mammogram room with a chair for Moya to sit in facing a window that looks out on California St. Not a fantastic view but better than a view of an alley or another building. And the fresh air from the open window feels good.
Nadine, the director of the breast health center checks in to see how Moya is and introduces a volunteer who is there to hang out and keep us company and help Moya from fainting from the needles. Dr Susan Denny comes in to say hi and “I’m the one who got you into this mess” (she read Moya’s last mammogram and recommended biopsy). We adore Dr Denny.
So it’s a needle localization party — Sofia, volunteer, Nadine, Dr Denny, Moya, me, and, later, Aida!
The volunteer holds some ice on Moya’s forehead and neck. Moya looks out the window. They take mammograms, develop them, examine, mark Moya’s breast with a blue pen, and Moya sits calmly with her breast smashed in the machine. She says it doesn’t hurt ( the volunteer says it really hurts but she has small breasts so what does she know about Moya’s experience anyways).
I’m fascinated and I’m so glad Moya’s not bothered by the needles going into her breast. Dr Denny puts in the first needle (lateral) and then they mammogram to see if the needle is in the right place. Then she inserts blue dye and the wire. Then they all talk about how to get the medial needle in — since the spot is above and to the right of Moya’s left breast, it’s hard to mammography (is that a verb?)
A little clear plastic cup is taped over the lateral needle and wire to protect it while they wedge Moya’s breast into another position to put in the medial needle.
is that really my breast?
There’s a lot of “wait, don’t move, relax” while Moya’s breast is wedged in between a plastic piece (with a rectangular hole in it) and a sheet of metal. It’s something like mammogram, mark, needle, mammogram, do over.
We took a lot of pictures of the mammograms (Moya says she didn’t realize her breasts were so large before she saw them in photos!) and the needles and wires because we didn’t know what a needle localization would look like before this happened … so we’ll post the pictures sometime soon with warnings on the links about what they are.
no time for waiting
By 1:05pm I’m caffeine-deprived and hungry and hadn’t realized we’d been at the hospital for 2 1/2 hours because it’s so incredibly neat that they let me watch the mammogramming and needle poking.
By 1:30pm both needles are in and it’s time for surgery. We’d been warned by the doctors and by friends that there would be a lot of waiting around. So I packed a carryon bag for the flight. Oh, well, it felt like I’d packed for a flight (lots of waiting). I had MP3 player with fabulous playlist queued up, 3 magazines (literary, semi-trashy, very trashy), a book of short stories, and my treo gadget with web access and games in case I was really feeling antsy. But, as you can tell, we were busy busy busy from 10:30am til 1:30pm with needles and shock and more needles and mammograms and more needles!
off to surgery
Jerry had a bed for Moya and he pushed her into the elevator and brought her down to surgery on Floor 1. I followed her down and kissed her goodbye before she went through the double doors. She still didn’t have an IV — turns out that the anesthesiologist got it in on the first try with no trouble. I was feeling so bad for her that she had been poked so many times already.
1:45pm: Up to floor 3 to the same-day surgery waiting room where I found her parents (Norma and Richard) and rediscovered my hunger and caffeine deprivation. We whisked ourselves up the street to Peets Coffee and flowers at Bryants and then to A.G. Ferrari for a sandwich and Pelligrino and back to the waiting room to wait for Moya to come back from the O.R.
2:35pm: Dr Nima Grissom (Moya’s surgeon) called to report that everything went fine, the tissue removed was x-rayed to confirm it was calcifications and … “just in case Moya doesn’t remember, I told her that pathology’s running a bit late so I’ll call on Tuesday to let her know if the results are or aren’t available” — what a fabulous doctor!
moya’s rockstar recovery (and amnesia)
By 2:45pm Moya was sailing by the waiting area with her thumbs-up in the air looking as though she’d just had a facial and a massage instead of a biopsy. We followed her into her room where she teased the guy who was pushing the bed and asked for a back massage. She was very chatty but she’s already forgotten being pushed in the bed and getting out and into the chair. She started dictating to me as follows … she wanted to remember everything:
- after being wheeled through the double-doors to surgery, she was rolled into a sort of holding-area room. a pretty plain room.
- someone named Pilar in a red, white and blue cap came in
- she was given a little blue ‘shower-cap’-like hat to wear
- the anesthesiologist, Dr Michael McGehee, arrived and met with her on any potential health issues (“do you smoke? anything?”)
- dr grissom was there briefly as well
- she was wheeled into surgery, where she was a little surprised that she had to get up and get onto the surgical table all on her own (once they wheel you around, you can actually get up and move?)
- the surgical table was narrow and otherwise not unlike a massage table – she might have asked if she was getting a massage again
- two huge silver circles hung over her – the lights
- dr grissom was there and asked if she got her phone message. moya thinks she tried to say something entertaining.
- moya gave her the cellphone number to call with pathology results.
- dr mcgeehee had no trouble inserting the IV — pop, and it was in
- a clip went onto her right index finger, to monitor her oxygen
- dr mcgeehee explained all about the automated blood pressure thing as he put it on
- he also put an oxygen thing at her nose — a plastic tube that wrapped under her nose, with two little pipes into the nostrils. pleasant air came through it.
- two other people were fussing around on the edges and moya tried to meet them and get their names, but they seemed busy
- her left arm was spread-eagled onto the left-arm-platform
- moya looked at the clock – 1:45
- having successfully established the IV, dr mcgeehee dripped something into it, then told her there was “a little versed going in” and she felt coldness going up her arm
- she remembers dr mcgeehee saying something like ‘it’s actually not cold – it’s room temperature. it just feels cold because your body temperature is warmer’ — or maybe she made that up. that’s the last she remembers.
- dr mcgeehee said ‘moya you can wake up’ – and apparently he had shaken her to wake her up.
- she looked at the clock; it was 2:30
- they wheeled outside the surgery room, and dr mcgeehee talked to her for a little bit. all she remembers is that he said “you might not remember this conversation.”
- she didn’t realize there was an elevator ride and doesn’t remember it (surgery on 1, recovery on 3)
- she was very pleased to see juice and water and crackers in her room but she really wants to eat sushi.
- she said she had the best sleep ever and felt refreshed when she woke up!
instructions instructions instructions
The nurse (Blossom) says she’ll get Moya a prescription for Darvocet — that it probably won’t hurt like the dickens but it will be sore and then she gave me some instructions for Moya since “Moya probably won’t remember this later if I tell her” (the M.A.C. has an amnesiac side effect):
- no pushups or sit-ups or strenuous exercise for 2 weeks
- the steristrips on the incisions (under the dressing) need to stay on for 10 days.
- no showers or baths for 2 days after surgery
- on Sunday (after 2 days), take off dressing and leave the steri-strip tape across the incision. Soap up hands and clean/rinse over the steri-strips but don’t shower directly on the incisions (it’ll hurt). Pat dry and leave steristrips as they are — exposed to air — to help scab and heal.
- after 10 days, peel off the steri-strips in the shower — get them really really wet and then peel off. Don’t peel off dry because skin/scab will peel off (ew!)
- if it feels uncomfortable (now) take Darvocet — don’t wait until it’s really painful because the Darvocet will take 1/2 hour to kick in
- call Dr Grissom next week to make followup appointment for 10 days after surgery
- wear bra for support — it’s better not to let breast move around — keep it supported
Around 3:45pm we all left to bring Moya home — she went with her parents and I went to Walgreens to pick up her pain medication.
Moya’s an excellent patient and she’s healing super well. She’s also taking the pain meds every 4 hours so she doesn’t feel any pain (preventative medicine!) and she’s very disciplined with icing the incisions every 1/2 hour. I’ve been cooking up roasted squash and garlic, sauteed mushrooms in wine and butter, and smoky eggplant ‘bharta’ (indian dish).
She’s sleeping okay though it’s hard to find the right position to lie in to avoid putting pressure on the incisions. I woke up every few hours to look at her and make sure she was okay. Given all of the prep talks we had with doctors and friends about possible pain and discomfort, she’s doing extremely well.
good friends and shopping and food
We have a stack of rented movies and kitchen full of food and an amazing amount of support and help offered from friends. Wow!
Sylvia and Karin brought vegetarian borscht (which I ate and liked even though I don’t generally like beets!) and we shared it with David and Kathy who dropped by for the evening.
And tomorrow maybe a little walk around the neighborhood or Crissy Field and plenty of lounging about and napping.
more later …
We’ll have pathology results sometime during the week and will send out an update. Thanks for all the good wishes!