There was a teenager there already, waiting for her surgery. As I look closely I notice she has a patch of 'magic cream' on the top of her hand. It's Emla cream, a topical anesthetic. So that the IV won't hurt going in. It's brilliant. I get up and find the nurse. I request my own 'magic cream' and she tells me that it's for children only. "But some adults can be babies too" I counter. She gives me a heavy sigh and a disapproving look. But she gets it for me anyway.
By the time I go into the OR everything has gone so fast I hardly remember the details. The anesthesiologist tried to make a joke while I was lying on the table about taking out my gallbladder. That's the last I remember until I woke up.
Something must have gone wrong during the recovery, because I was in the recovery room for over 6 hours. Poor Brad was beside himself with worry. I had an allergic reaction to the morphine so I was hallucinating, dizzy, couldn't see straight and (according to Brad) I kept talking about the 'big black dog'. I don't really remember this but my nurses all confirmed it.
Eventually at 9:30 pm I got moved from recovery to my room. I hear there were quite a few people who waited at the hospital for me to get out of recovery and then were asked to leave because visiting hours ended at 8pm. They left without getting to see me, and I bet that sucked waiting so long. All I can say is, blame it on the big black dog.
The surgery went well, recovery is sucky. I stayed in the hospital 2 nights, although I was ready to leave by the second day. I was so hungry and all they kept feeding me was beef broth and jello. At some point I had to just get Brad to go out and get 'real food' so much to my nurses (and room-mate's) dismay, I enjoyed pancakes, chicken wings and sushi during my stay there.
Eating 'real food' courtesy of my Bradley
I have 2 drains sticking out of me right now, and there is lymph fluid coming out of those that Brad needs to change every day. They are uncomfortable to say the least, and I can feel them inside of me. In a few days, hopefully by next wednesday, they may be removed. I can't wait. Right now no position is comfortable. I can't sit. I can't stand. I can't lay down. I'm a big grumpy pain in the butt while I pace back and forth from the living room to the kitchen.
My new and improved chest - cancer free!
My place is inundated with flowers. They have been coming from far and wide, across the country. Thank you. I am so overwhelmed by your kindness. I even got a big bouquet from my naturopaths office. (that just shows how much money I spent there in the past, eh?)
Our voicemail was full of messages from well wishers. We are both emotionally drained, but so grateful for the friends and family who have rallied around us.
Oh, you know what's really great? There was a little beauty mark that Brad was kinda sad to see go. Much to our surprise, when we changed the bandages we saw that Brad's beauty mark still remained. So amidst all this chaos, a little ray of sunshine!