“Hi, Heather, this is Bridget, the nurse practitioner from the Breast Care Center?”
“Sure,” I say. “You’ve got the MRI results back already?”
“Yes,” Bridget says. “It’s a good thing you decided to go have that MRI after all. One of your rotator cuff tendons is completely torn. It’s not neuropathy, after all.”
“I’m guessing I can’t exercise my way out of it this time,” I say.”
“No,” Bridget replies. “And you’ve got to give up skiing for this season. I think surgery is really the only option. I’ll have to talk to Dr. Rugo about the timing. I’m not sure how they will decide to coordinate this with your cancer treatment.”
“Well, call me back when you know my fate,” I say.
One more chemo infusion, then another breast surgery, six weeks of radiation, shoulder surgery. Who knows in what order all this will take place, but friends in the medical professions tell me that the cancer treatment will take priority over all. I’ve been hoping for “two-fer” surgery: take out that last bit of ductal carcinoma in situ AND repair my shoulder tendon at the same time. I could recover from surgery once, rather than twice. So both arms would be down for the count. I could walk around town with my arms draped over an inflated inner tube. If I could walk around with a pillow under my arm for a month post-lumpectomy, why not go one sillier? Doubt the docs will go for that, though.
One thing for sure: The ski season’s shot.