...and God laughs.

Well.  Appointment turned into appointments (plural).  One was early in the day (surgeon's consultation), and the other was mid-afternoon.  

We didn't know about the second one until Mom was in her PET scan, on Wednesday.  

The surgeon sent his nurse practitioner into the room to deliver the news that Mom is not a candidate for surgery at this time.  Between Mom's own stubbornness and the covidiocy, it had been left go too long, and the tumor was too big.  It's loose, which means it hasn't invaded muscle, but they're not confident they can get it all until it's shrunk some.  

The hospital has a service--a really cool one, actually.  There's an individual that works with breast cancer patients, helping them navigate through treatments, treatment options, financial help applications, and finding other services.  We talked to her for an hour or so.   

Back to my house...my guts were too tight to be able to eat, so I basically bullied Mom into eating (she was getting weak and shaky), then we worked through the application paperwork.  It took almost all of the time we had before Mom's second appointment...

...which took the rest of the day.  Got to the oncologist's office at 2:15 or so, Mom's appointment was at 2:30 (to run some labs), and we talked to the doctor starting at 3:30 or so...and we barely caught the phlebotomist before she'd left, after the doc had called for some more blood work (and I got Mom's next appointments set for her).  It was ten after five when we got shook all the way loose.  

The next appointment is a bone density scan.  On Thursday of next week, just before my doctor's appointment. 

Then, she's got a follow-up with the oncologist three weeks later.  

I'm still trying to talk her into chemo.  She's opted for nothing more than a hormone blocker, at present...which may be all that's necessary, but won't work fast, and won't permit for surgery any time soon.   

In any case, I have Mom's appointments going, and now...now, I need to set up a screening appointment for myself.  

I'll call about that next week.  Because apparently, my risk is a lot higher than I had thought.