Peace in the Sunshine
Sandy woke up Saturday morning. Feeling refreshed. Until she remembered that her breast surgeon was going to call her at ten with the results of her biopsies. Somehow walking her Jack Russell terrier just didn’t like an activity she wanted to undertake. Until the naughty little dog jump up on the Queen size bed and like her face with the small pick tongue. A leather leash lying next to the rambunctious terrier dainty yet sturdy paws.
“Jane girl, off.” Sandy had Jane since she was two years old. Sandy rescued her in Monterey, California.
A pet rescue had in a clean kennel. Sandy notice just how curious the e little dog was. Into everything. This energy contain in the small kennel prompted Sandy to bring Jane home with her.
The tan and white dog seemed to be into everything. “Hey Jane, are you picking up my nervous vibes?” Let’s take a run. “Sandy snapped the leather leash on to the small, wiry dog. And they ran for two miles straight both breathing with ease. Then Sandy spotted a park bench. She sat on it with Jane at her feet panting. The ten pound dog kept up, buy Sandy was concerned that the little dog would get injured from all the running.
Sandy felt the breast wound throb. She wasn’t used to being in pain. She was just 33 and felt great. The doctor a tall red head plastic surgeon told her it was nothing. But that the excisional biopsy would bring them both peace of mind. Sandy had reluctantly signed the biopsy papers. She was not sure how her breast would look afterward. The breast surgeon described the procedure in detail.
“Sandy what I will do is go through the areola, tunnel through the breast and then repair the wound. You could have a local if you wanted. But I think you would be happier with deep sedation. You will be on fentanly for pain and a little versed to help you forget the process.
