I don’t have to lose the whole nip.
Can you believe it??
As I said yesterday (muddled in everything else I said) I had been too nervous? frightened? chicken? to write down any questions until sat down with a glass of wine. Terry (soon to be a fellow blogger) offered for the umteenth time to go with me to today’s appointment, and I immediately said yes. She showed up this morning with a typed list of my questions. How cool is that?
In the appointment, the doctor seriously sidelined me with a new option: Not take the whole thing just yet. Just take as much tissue (about half the nip) as she thinks will get all of the _______ (insert medical term I can’t spell), test every last cell of it to make sure that everything left is clean, and only lop off the whole thing in case of dire need.
I like the idea.
(It does mean that the going away party for the nipple is canceled.)
The best question asked today was Terry’s response to the partial (instead of full) removal: “So, does that mean if she walks into a cold room…?”
I did get a very generous offer that I (hope) I won’t be able to accept: Thank you dear Knitter Bunny, but I won’t be needing the knit nip, after all. And Mr. CygKnit was so looking forward to it, too.
Oh, and I shall draw for the contest on Sunday, so there’s still a little time. I have received some great comments, both on the blog and via email. More to come on that, later. And maybe some pictures, finally.
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