Hello, all! I am sure you are all anxiously awaiting news of the Goatmother and here it is! Fresh off the press! Yesterday was a looooong day, but it would seem that things went in a better direction than we could ever have hoped for. The offending lump was removed and two sentinel lymph nodes were dissected which showed, NO CANCER in them, at least on initial report. There are several good things about this. First, the Down-the-Rabbit-Hole MRI showed 'nothing remarkable'. (I am wondering if they included the Goatmother's brain in that scan, but I wasn't going to ask.) Secondly, the surgeon had had a suspicion that the Goatmother's sentinel lymph node (of which she apparently had two ) might be under her sternum (as occurs in 10% of people) and might not be accessible. However, as it turned out, the only problem was that due to the Goatmother's recent weight loss, the lymph node(s) had retreated to deep underneath her pectoral muscle. (I understand this completely. If I thought someone was coming after me with a scalpel, I'd certainly retreat. And if it turned out to be an Alpine bearing that scalpel, I might likely be in the next county. I'm just sayin'...) So the surgeon said the Goamother was likely to be very sore since she had to 'go a fishin', as they say, and indeed that has turned out to be the case. Still, it's all good. This is the Goatmother's new mantra - It's all good.
We were, however, afraid that the Goatmother might not get to come home last night (and no one would think to come and give the poor goats their nightly Peanut) because they couldn't get her blood pressure to raise. Finally, though, they deemed it 'good 'nuf' and she got to sleep in her own comfy bed! (And the goats got their Peanuts. This is very important, you know. How can we cheer her on and Butt the Hay OUT of Cancer if we can't keep up our strength? Oy.)
Now then, allow me to pause here and tell you a little side story. You see when the Goatfather and Goatmother first moved here, they bought an almost life-sized concrete statue of a lovely lady holding roses to go in the garden. Well, this woman stands in such a position that her left breast receives more exposure to the elements than the rest of her. Thus, her left breast is lighter in color (more white than gray) than the rest of her. She watches over the herbs and flowers and is fondly referred to as 'Our Lady of the White Nipple'. Now then, one of the things that happened during the Goatmother's adventure yesterday, was that they injected her first with a radio-isotope and second a blue dye. The dye was a beautiful Caribbean blue, reminiscent of the sun, sea and sand of a tropical paradise. These things were there so that the doctor could actually find those shy, little shrinking-violet lymph nodes. The only trouble was two-fold. I mean the stuff did its job all right, but the first time the Goatmother went to pee after surgery was better than 'Calgon, take me away!' Sort of St. Tropez and Windex rolled into one. The second thing is, that although we haven't actually seen it yet due to the latent skills of some frustrated expert Christmas-package-wrapping aspirant, and a huge ACE bandage, the Goatmother now has a little added 'Bling' in the form of a blue nipple. This farm is now in proud possession of two wonders of the modern age: Our Lady of the White Nipple, and Our Lady of the Blue Nipple. Ain't we special???
So there you have it. Our heart, our thanks and, well, everything but our Peanuts (although I might consider throwing in a few of those even) go out to each and every one of you who have given us so much and consented to travel this long and arduous road by our side. You have NO idea how special you are and how very MUCH you are loved.
"Then let us be rid of it... once and for all! Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can't carry it for you... but I can carry you!" - Samwise Gamgee, The Return of the King.
You are ALL our Samwise.