February began with an abnormal mammogram. Not mine, because despite the fact I'm thirty-thirteen, I haven't had one yet---Don't fret though, it's scheduled for March 21. It was my mother. And after a small and large needle biopsy, it was determined that it was breast cancer. She was given the choice of a lumpectomy or a mastectomy. She chose the latter.
I went down the 18th of February. We drove to Jax on President's Day and checked in to the Wyndham on the St. John's River. We had a fabulous dinner at Ruth's Chris Steak House, and went back to the room to get to bed early for our hosiptal stay.
We were at Pre-Op at 8:15, and I began to knit fish
. We were put in a holding room, and I knit fish. My brother came, and I knit fish. My cousins came, and I knit fish. We waited, and I knit fish. Mamma was finally taken into surgery at 2:30, and still, I knit fish. Her surgery went well, and only took an hour. The tumor was very small, and contained, and her lumph nodes were clear. She'll see an oncologist later this month, but we don't anticipate any chemo or radiation. Prayers really do work.
Mamma was able to go home on Wednesday afternoon. I headed to Fuzzy Mabel
on Thursday morning to get some yarn to knit her a Tit Bit
. I brought home 3 different silks, and a bamboo. She picked the bamboo. I finished it Thursday night, and she wore it on Friday. I'd love to show a picture, but I don't want my mother flashing her "knitty" (as she calls it!) Wouldn't that be a bit pornographic?
I went back to Fuzzy Mabel on Friday. Cynthia is relocating to Lancaster, SC, and was having a big sale. I went in to get Mamma some needles for a prayer shawl she's knitting (2 days after a mastectomy), and as I'm checking out, I spy this: