Well, it's all done - made it through the surgery and back home resting. To put everyone at ease, the surgery was a snap. They were able to do the laproscopic procedure, and once they got in there with the scope, they didn't find any cancer in my abdomen, and it didn't appear to have spread outside of the uterus. The next step is to wait and see what the pathology report says, which could be radiation or chemo if it appears to be advanced. But I'm gonna cross that bridge when I get to it and focus on getting physically healed, and plant my victory flag on the top of Mt. Cancer.
So now to fill you all in on the fun times of my post-op experience! When I first woke up, I was in a lovely medicated haze (as I'm sure you can remember!). I was being wheeled to my room from the recovery area by this awesome big fuzzy black guy (I wish I could describe him better, but I was drugged and didn't have my contacts in, so well, that's how he appeared to me). The whole way, he was singing (damned if I can remember what). Needless to say, I felt obligated to join in, even though my voice was shot to hell from the intubation. I also recall saying a cheery LOUD hello to everyone we passed. I felt it was very important to acknowledge every fuzzy person I saw. Needless to say, I startled more than a few interns, made one nurse almost drop her coffee, and enjoyed myself immensely singing and giggling the whole way there.
Once I was comfortably ensconced in my room, it was wonderful to have mom there. I'm pretty sure there's nothing more wonderful or powerful than a hug from mom. I could tell she was relieved to see her baby girl conscious (sort of), and otherwise doing well. I'm not sure how much longer it took for my sister and niece to arrive, but no matter how screwy we are as a family, I felt amazingly loved and taken care of. Now the almost bestest part - the rice crispy treat from starbucks. My sister mercifully thought I could use a treat, and starbucks was it (thankfully she took my advice on the awfulness of the hospitals coffee). Can I just tell you how AMAZING that crispy treat tasted? It took me a solid 4-5 hours to get it down, but the taste and texture were the most divine thing to hit my tongue. Ever. Until I noticed my niece eating swedish fish. Oh the joys, the wonders of the delicousness of the gummy treat! Unfortunately, my family had to leave, which was actually ok, because I was ready to slip back into a lovely medicated sleep.
Up next....the joys of scheduled meds & catheters! But for now, time for another vicodin nap!
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