Although I might have enjoyed sleeping that long! I don't recall much from the hospital, mostly the drug pump. I only had it for 2 days, and it was really nice. I held it in my hand and am pretty sure I clung to it in my sleep, which lasted 6 minutes. Then I would wait those 30 seconds, and hit the pump button again, and I would fall asleep. I was under the impression John visited me a ton of times, but it was really just that I hit the drug pump 5 times for each of his visits and thought it was a new visit every time.
At least 6 thousand people looked at my chest and touched it and pushed on it to make the doppler change the sound of the flow of blood to the tissue. Frankly, I did not care. After the drug pump was a new drug every 2 hours, so I would sleep, wake up, take pills, and sleep for 1 hour and 58 minutes again. I've been home a week now, and I've slept a lot and done very little else. I've had lots of visitors because even on drugs, I can sit and talk. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if my corpse sits there and talks long after I am gone one day.
I got the report back from the surgeon who removed my breasts, and they did not find addition cancer outside the areas they'd already identified, so this means no more treatments and I should be done with all but the reconstruction process. I see the plastic surgeon tomorrow so I will write about that if I can keep my eyes open afterwards.
My torso feels like someone is crushing it and the skin feels like it's burned. It's really odd. I just wait for pill time and forget about it for a while. My husband would probably have much more interesting things to say about the past week and a half as he has done all the work and put up with all the pain in the butt stuff. Right now he's at Girl Scout day camp setting up my kitchen, where I will not be teaching this year. But I have awesome teens running it so I am not worried at all.
Sorry this is so boring, I really have to get off the drugs and have a beer. ;-)
At least 6 thousand people looked at my chest and touched it and pushed on it to make the doppler change the sound of the flow of blood to the tissue. Frankly, I did not care. After the drug pump was a new drug every 2 hours, so I would sleep, wake up, take pills, and sleep for 1 hour and 58 minutes again. I've been home a week now, and I've slept a lot and done very little else. I've had lots of visitors because even on drugs, I can sit and talk. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if my corpse sits there and talks long after I am gone one day.
I got the report back from the surgeon who removed my breasts, and they did not find addition cancer outside the areas they'd already identified, so this means no more treatments and I should be done with all but the reconstruction process. I see the plastic surgeon tomorrow so I will write about that if I can keep my eyes open afterwards.
My torso feels like someone is crushing it and the skin feels like it's burned. It's really odd. I just wait for pill time and forget about it for a while. My husband would probably have much more interesting things to say about the past week and a half as he has done all the work and put up with all the pain in the butt stuff. Right now he's at Girl Scout day camp setting up my kitchen, where I will not be teaching this year. But I have awesome teens running it so I am not worried at all.
Sorry this is so boring, I really have to get off the drugs and have a beer. ;-)
