The next day...
9/20/2012--She assured me that she would be OK and that it would be useless just to stay home to sit with her, I returned to work. Working as a RN in a hospital has its perks. I contacted one of my physician friends to ask her if she could recommend a breast surgeon. She made a few phone calls and provided me with a name of a highly recommended surgeon. Later that day, my wife was contacted by her Breast Care Coordinator, who arranged the Surgery appointment for 9/26/12....another week, but at least she was able to confirm that the recommended surgeon was available and added "she is my favorite and the best around". A little good news in the midst of the bad.
She admitted that she had broken down a few time throughout the day, between calls checking on insurance coverage, setting up other various appointments, and speaking with friends and family. Keeping herself busy seemed to be the best distraction for her, but then night came again. The second night of her being unable to sleep past 3 a.m.--her prime hour of waking up with her mind racing and not being able to go back to sleep.
9/21/2012--I awoke to find her downstairs at the computer doing what I am sure everyone else out there would be doing....trying to decipher the endless information, relating to personal stories of other women, and cringing at the worst case scenarios. I encouraged her to e-mail her MD and request something to help her sleep and she agreed. We hugged and I reminded her that we would get through this thing together. She knew that I meant it too. I went to work and she had another day of trying to arrange things and make preparations for surgery. Her MD ordered her Restoril, which she was able to pick up that same day. She slept a lot better that night!!
She admitted that she had broken down a few time throughout the day, between calls checking on insurance coverage, setting up other various appointments, and speaking with friends and family. Keeping herself busy seemed to be the best distraction for her, but then night came again. The second night of her being unable to sleep past 3 a.m.--her prime hour of waking up with her mind racing and not being able to go back to sleep.
9/21/2012--I awoke to find her downstairs at the computer doing what I am sure everyone else out there would be doing....trying to decipher the endless information, relating to personal stories of other women, and cringing at the worst case scenarios. I encouraged her to e-mail her MD and request something to help her sleep and she agreed. We hugged and I reminded her that we would get through this thing together. She knew that I meant it too. I went to work and she had another day of trying to arrange things and make preparations for surgery. Her MD ordered her Restoril, which she was able to pick up that same day. She slept a lot better that night!!
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