Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Home Again


So good to be back home after five days in the hospital and to have this wonderful sight out my bedroom window.

To play catch up a bit, my surgery went well they didn't have to make an incision any longer than three inches and I got very curious that nobody changed my dressing. When I finally got a look I saw that I had been glued shut. I was so afraid the intercostal muscles would be screaming in pain but they are doing just fine "thank you very much". Tuesday night I was almost screaming in pain. It felt like some one had stabbed me in the back and the knife was still in there. After a bit of drug pushing they got it under control and I went back to sleep. It is hard to keep administering the morphine pump when you are asleep and now I know what they mean when they say don't let the pain get ahead of you.

I took my first walk Wednesday - very hasitantly. Surgeon said three times even if it was only to my door and back. I went to the pulse-ox machine first trip and the fish tanks on the second. Better than anyone thought I would do. As the week progressed I was doing laps around the department and getting bored.

Food was the worst. I was shocked that in a city of foodies, where the average person on the street appears to know more about nutrition than the nutritionists in their kitchen. Mick brought some things in for me but when your stomach is upset and not at all interested in food I could at least swallow some of that - but really picked at the hospital food.

Friday, Susan (my surgeon) came in with the pathology report from the goodies she removed. No surprises in the lung and the nodule she was going after but there was a big surprise in the lymph nodes. She said post op "they looked beautiful but she took them anyway for testing). They were malignant and we were devastated. I was in tears immediately. Couldn't believe that it had begun to travel. In an instant I went from a stage one to a stage two. She immediately scheduled me for an MRI of my brain to see if it had gone for a visit up there.

2 comments:

  1. Hi Marilyn,
    Anita called me on Sunday night to tell me what was happening with you. Needless to say, it was a shock. I send you positive, healing thoughts from back here in Massachusetts.
    Namaste,
    Pat Korch
    pkorch@charter.net

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  2. Thinking of you, Marilyn, and knowing you will rise to the occasion.

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