Well, I had my surgery as planned all went well, except for that throwing up thing after anesthesia. I tried to tell them, they gave me phenergan 3 times, plus a couple of other things, but it just didn't work. My doctor was able to remove all cysts, and hopefully they won't come back. I've never been a size A before--NEVER! It feels great. I didn't think I would ever begin to feel better, but I finally am. My pathology report came back with no cancer cells or pre-cancer cells, so I thank the good Lord for that. My next appointment with my doctor is Monday. I'm hoping I'll be released.
The holidays are just around the corner. Thankfully, I was able to do most of my shopping before the surgery and my hubby did some online for me.
Speaking of my hubby, he was awesome during all this time. I gotta admit and he knows it, I was a little worried about him being my nurse afterwards. Taking care of my drain tubes, cleaning around my incisions--not his kinda thing. I mean, he passed out at the birth of our 3 children and he didn't even see anything-- just being in the room. But he was totally amazing. Did what needed to be done and just got through it. I on the other hand would get queasy every time something needed to be drained or changed, etc.
I really feel a new kind of compassion for those who do suffer through breast cancer. Granted, I didn't have breast cancer, I didn't have to go through radiation or chemo, but the surgery alone was enough to give me some insight. Waiting a week to find out if you do or don't have it, being so helpless during recovery. For now, I have no ideas of what I can do about it- this new found compassion. I felt compassion before, but not in the way I do now. It will take some time and some prayer, but God will show me what I am to do.
Merry Christmas to anyone who may read this, be Blessed, and don't take anything for granted.
