I'm abiding now within that golden post-surgery bubble. That place of relief that that part is over, cozy home, truly loving family and friends, movies, good food, and sleep. My body is crazy strong, so pain has been very minimal. The surgeon opted to go ahead and take lymph nodes from under my arm in this surgery instead of waiting for the pathology report from the sentinal nodes and the possibility of having to go back in for a second diagnostic surgery. In the week before surgery I also opted for a full mastectomy (right breast) because of the tumor's position and size. They weren't sure they could get a good, clear margin and a second surgery was quite probable.
So I have a cozy place in the sun in my bedroom here where I find peace. The creek down below still has some water in it which is a huge message of hope. :) And I have an army of blessed caretakers in my five chidren, and their others, and my cousin and so many friends showering me with healing thoughts and food and books and gifts.
Where's my grumble? I'm not thrilled about the drain that is in for a week. The place where it exits my body is the most tender of anything. Also, as much as I longed for a shower it took me an extra day to remove my bandages, I was afraid. It was harder for me than I anticipated to look at my body with a new seam in it. Since the bandage went around the back I needed help removing it carefully and Camille stepped up to bat. My baby girl has grown up I see. Crazy to look down now. I thought my chest would be flat, but it is more concave. I'm thinking it may just be the swelling from surgery, but this is on my list of questions for the surgeon. My son Zak told me to look on the bright side: Now when you have breakfast in bed it can just be your cereal bowl. Pour in some flakes, add milk and hand you a spoon. ;) Then of course, Camille popped up: Or your sangria....float a little fruit and add a straw... My crazy family!
This morning is my first morning alone. Alex will be here later, but for now it's just me. Feels strange. Alex is taking his dog out to the beach which I considered riding with, but think I need to get as much rest as possible, The probability still a good one that my hysterectomy is happening on January 30th.
And I await "the call". The pathology report today.