So here goes my first attempt at blogging post-surgery. Where to begin? I might as well just go through chronologically.
1/29 Off to Baltimore for the blue dye injection. OK, nobody warned me about this!! Holy Hell –
this was the most excruciating part! A
fast and furious injection of what felt like burning liquid injected dead
center (if you know what I mean). No
anesthesia allowed. The burning sensation lasted a few minutes and then
dissipated; I about broke some digits on the tech’s hand.
Went back to the hotel and had a lovely meal (crab cakes...yum)
and tried my best to chill. I was really
ready, and at peace by this point so I actually slept pretty well and woke up
ready. Oh and a little Xanax to take the
edge off seemed like it was justified.
1/30 Got a shower,
put on some mascara, called the kids and headed out for 6:30 am check in at the
hospital. I wasn’t going to include
this next bit, but hey – it’s me I gotta share. Sometimes I tend to umm... blurt out thoughts...
just sometimes. So we’re in the elevator
all fresh- faced, bags in hand. A guy
joins us, likely on his way down for the continental breakfast… just making
some elevator small talk. “So, where you
folks headed today?” (Oh no you dit-int –
you walked in to this one) I look at
Rustin, thought for just a second, and in a Tourette’s moment I answer, “Headed
to the hospital – double mastectomy day!”
… awkward silence…. “How about
you?” I ask cheerfully. “Got a meeting in town, just down from
Damascus.” *DING* “Well, Good luck”. I about peed on the way to the car.
Check in went quick. I was first on the books. Bombarded by every team. Wrist tags on, IVs
in, anesthesia team explanation - check, plastic surgery authorization-check,
final visit with surgeon, antiseptic wipe
down. Gown on, OPEN IN BACK! Wheeled off to pre-op parking. Get my epidural/nerve block and relaxation
drugs. Said goodbyes to Rustin and off to la la land. Surgery started at about
10:30 and I was back in recovery by about 2:30. Surgeon informed Rustin that Lymph nodes were negative!
Woke up in recovery feeling pretty good. Groggy, nauseous
but in very little pain. That Epi/nerve block was amazing!! No feeling
whatsoever. Nurses checking my vitals,
BP was low, but I seemed to be doing ok. . It’s a teaching hospital so several
residents, many who were still in their twenties checked in and took countless reports.
The big reveal. I’m kind of afraid to look. Surprisingly, I
had no bandages or gauze. Just under the
gown was the remaining skin. I thought I would be shocked, but I really wasn’t.
It ain’t pretty, but they’re gone; it’s
gone. The tissue expanders are bizarre.
It looks like some strange body art. Imagine a small deflated ball under the
skin. I can see and feel the lumps as they are very close to the surface of the
skin. Small vertical incisions secured
with internal sutures and outside surgical glue – it’s really not as bad as I
expected. I have two drains on each side
which feels little weird – fish tank tubing hanging out of my armpits.
Moved to a private room at about 2 am.
This was much more comfortable.
More vitals and pain-management cocktails. Got my epidural removed and pain was much
more evident. That was an actual nerve block and without it I felt a huge
increase in pain. Note to self – stay ahead
of the pain. So, spent the day loading
up on pain meds, drinking my meals, and using the big girl potty. Then OK’d for discharge by about
6 pm. Loaded with home care instructions and we were on our way.
Ahhh. Home.
Greeted at home by my weepy, timid girls, and my mom. Gentle hugs and a big sigh of relief. They baked a pink cake, and had balloons and a sign…so
good to be home!
First night sleeping at home was a bi%*#. Thank goodness for the recliner. Finding the
right combo of meds and staying on top of the pain will be key. I actually feel pretty good. Surprisingly better than I thought I’d
be. I’m up and about, but very tired, and of
course sore. Taking thinks slow and moving very little. I can type :) Being waited on hand and foot by my very patient family. Bless their hearts.
I have read all FB comments and see the “likes” and I can’t
explain how heartwarming it is to know I have so many saying prayers and
wishing our family well. Apparently it
has worked so far!
Final labs can take up to two weeks and that will determine
final after care. Will share that update
and protocol as soon as we know. Still
have a long road ahead, but I’ll get there. Love to everyone!
Doreen, Your writing is so raw and refreshing--it's so easy for an average Joe to get weirded out when people have things like a double mastectomy, but you're so real about it. Thank you for that. And I'm so thankful that you've come through it all with no complications. The journey is not over, no doubt, but you have a spirit of courage, strength, and humor!
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