So quick backstory, for those who know the story, bounce down to pictures…I had my consult on a Thursday and my surgery on a Friday by an orthopedic surgeon who actually had the courage to take care of business, instead of passing me off again and again to other people. Final diagnosis was a soft tissue mass with fibromatosis (benign tumor with loads of heavy scarring), caused by repeatedly rupturing a tendon while snowboarding (and yes, it really hurt when I boarded but you guys should ALL know I love snowboarding more).
So in retaliation for my stupidity, my foot formed a tumor over the sesamoid bones and tendon that affected my mobility and was growing. Unfortunately, I had been branded with a very bad word – sarcoma – from the beginning. The biopsy didn’t work, and the cancer doctors didn’t want to take it out because it was my foot and if they screwed it up, they would permanently affect my ability. However, the ortho surgeons didn’t want to touch it because if it was a sarcoma, if THEY screwed up it, it could metastasize to my lungs and kill me.
Long story short, I was told, “We don’t know what it is, so we don’t want to take it out, but we don’t want to take it out because we don’t know what it is.” <clutches head>
Here’s the pics of my foot before I had the stitches out:
Stitches are out now, thank God. I’ll be in the boot until probably the second or third week of June.
Now, for the fun stuff…
Jay and I in the limo on the way to the airport. There were little blue lights on the ceiling, which I was pointing at. And good Lord, my man is handsome:
Before the wedding, Jon handled it very very well, I was quite impressed at his composure. Front row here is me, Jay, Gammy, Debbie and Steve. Behind them is Maggie and Madison, who was soooo totally cute and reminded me, painfully, of Jessica:
Most pics didn’t come out very well at service, but here’s a few.
Inge, walking down the aisle with Jon, and Jon and Claudia exchanging rings:
It’s oooover, but it hasn’t hit Jon yet.
You can see that NOW it has hit Jon that the stress is DONE!. At the reception with some very, very FINE Italian food and awesome wedding cake:
Jay and I got to reconnect on so many levels, it’s crazy. We had such a blast and really enjoyed spending time with each other, something we don’t get to do too much of these days. This trip was especially timely because of the stress involved with the foot thing. I don’t think either of us really realized how horrendous it was affecting the family until it was over, and taking this trip right after just made it even better, like more of a celebration.
Jay and I (dancing, even…short dance, what with the boot and all):
Been friends a looonnnng time…we had such a blast with Haylie and Nick…even at Treasure Island (sooooo many targets for soooo many jokes). Awesome company, loads of laughs, and dangit…
I hate crying, and I miss my friends more.
Buncha room pics…this was a suite at the Wynn… the pics tell the story.
This bathroom was literally bigger than my bedroom…two sinks, a vanity, private toilet, closet, a jetted tub and the shower. There was an additional toilet by the front door in the foyer as well, lol.
All in all, 1300 square feet. i.n.s.a.n.e. Pic on the right is the view from our bedroom of the valley.
Getting ready to go out…ain’t letting that stupid boot stop me for a minute. On right is obligatory closeup for Mom. I got rid of the center panel of the dress because we were headed for a show. In retrospect, compared to the club girls, I was almost Amishly dressed haaa:
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