I am still at the aftercare place–Everyone is very nice and it does make things easy to have Rn’s and lvn’s to help along with my great and amazing mom but really–I just want to go home. I want my pillows and my thermostat. I am looking forward to being a part of my kids’ lives again. And my husband’s life again…I miss them more than I can say–I find I am losing my patience for all this cancer crap and rebuilding crap and poking and prodding crap. I have been good all year but it is almost a year since my first surgery and over a year since I found the lump. I am well done with it and want to move forward with life
So the story from the front—get to the surgery center at 6:45 in the morning–my mom, my brother, my god-sis, my mom’s friend, my aunt and my husband are all there for all or part of the day. My doctors arrive and I go into surgery— 5 hours go bye almost and then I have an allergic reaction to —something–welts arrise on my chest and they start giving me lots of drugs–steroids(which do show up the next day in the flushed cheeks of chemo) And the doctors come out to talk to my mother and husband…the hives subside and they continue on to the rest of the surgery…11 hours instead of 6. But here I am on the other side of it…
a bit uncomfortable but off of pain medicine and chomping at the bit to get home and be where the action is…
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