I was a nervous wreck this morning but a very quiet nervous wreck. Thank you very much :) The very thought of being in the same doctors office where I had my horrific experience with my biopsy earlier this year, struck sheer terror in my being. I don't think I was even this nervous for my mastectomy (s)! The younger of the two nurses put some blue patch thing on me and I asked her if that was a pain patch and she said "no, it's the ground." Me thinking to myself....'isn't a ground necessary when there is electricity involved!'...yep.
The numbing stuff was quite stingy painful and apparently very fast acting because it seems to me that Dr. W started carving on me immediately. Then when Dr. W would cauterize whatever he was cauterizing, he would ask me if it hurt....uh, no. I think I could smell burning flesh but that could have been my over active imagination. Nurse Laurie would dab, dab, dab, and tried to keep smiling but I am certain that I could see a look of - OMG this is awful! Mark kept chattering away and I found it very distracting and a little bit (ok, alot ) annoying. If he had not been holding onto my leg, I am sure that a few times I would have kicked him in the chops...sorry Lord, forgive me. The younger nurse left the room in quite a hurry and when asked where she was going she said 'out'. Hmmm, wonder what she saw that made her leave. Mark tried to explain and I don't think I would want to see what he saw. Dr. W is such an awesome doctor. I am very grateful for him and his gift. I am even more grateful for pain/numbing medicine
It is all over now and am a little sore but the healing is taking place and I will be back to my new 'normal' very soon. I got to keep the port and I sent a picture of it to Summer so she can post it on my blog...yuck. But it is fascinating how I had that thing in my chest for 10 months! Summer said, "it's purple like a purple heart for courage" . Nice, I like that.
No more cutting on this poor old body anymore. I have no more foreign objects to be cut out!
Merry Christmas to all if I don't get to blog before Sunday.
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I used to call my mother and ask her how she was doing, she would respond "I'm still keeking", without her accent it would be "I'm still kicking". This is my story, my thoughts in the middle of the night when I am alone or the middle of the day surrounded by loved ones but still alone in my mind. You are only as sick as your biggest secret and I'm pretty sick(in more ways than one,tee hee!). So this blog is going to show you what goes on in the mind of a REAL Macho Woman! scarey.
Aug.2012
The first ring
Dec. 7 2011
Reading the plaque
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You are AMAZING! I'm so glad I've gotten to follow along on your journey via you and Summer. Enjoy the holidays!
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