The undies are covering about 40 staples. They stapled me shut. I'm not sure why I find that so disturbing. They're up around my belly button down past my c-section scar almost to my hoo-hoo. Believe it or not, that's not even the part that hurts. I've been told maybe I'll feel better once the staples come out but I'm not sure it'll make a difference. The docs did a lot of work inside me. They moved some things. They removed some things. I got word today that the pathology reports show that they got negative margins around the cancer they removed. You know what that means? I'm cancer free. I'm freaking cancer free.
Why am I not screaming it from the rooftop? And celebrating? And calling everyone I know? Because I have a hard time functioning as a human right now. Cancer free comes at a price. I barely get out of bed. 95% of my day is spent either being uncomfortable or in pain. I'm not telling you that to make you feel bad for me. But I thought I'd be as real as I can in this post. Why start sugar coating my feelings now?
After the surgery, I spent 2 days in IMCU and then the remainder of the week in a regular room at Roswell. Throughout my stay, they wanted me up and moving around. Which was fine but every time I got up, it was at least a ten minute process to organize all my tubes and things to where I could move around - and then the same when it was time for me to lay back down. I had a NG Tube that sucked the contents of my stomach out through my nose - that was a treat. I had a drain coming out of my abdomen. They emptied this multiple times a day. Every time they cleared the tubing it made the suction super strong and it full strength sucked out my insides. No sugar coating. That was a bitch. You can imagine what it felt like getting this drain pulled out. "Just a little pressure" the doc said. That was cute. After the surgery, they packed my hoo hoo with gauze. What goes in, must come out. It was like giving birth again when that came out. Good morning to you too, doc. I also had a catheter for 10 days. 'Nough said there. Then all of the IVs. Two in each arm and one in the artery in my neck. This part scared my kids. They barely came near me when they came to visit. Who blames them? Mommy has a giant device hanging out of her neck - that's not normal. I thought for sure that when they took it out I'd have blood squirting across the room like a horror flick. I didn't. It was ok. Phew.
One night I was up walking and I was feeling pretty good (thanks, meds). I kept passing the same nurse in the hallway. At one point he said, "you doing the mile?" I laughed. He didn't. When I asked if he was serious, he said a mile was 33 laps around the floor. I was on lap 13. I could do 20 more. Challenge accepted. I did it. 33 laps. I only did that once though. Ouch.
For those of you that have birthed babies (my fancy panty - wearing friends), remember that first time you pooped after giving birth? Remember how scary that was? Multiply that by 100 and you'll kind of understand where I'm at - but on a daily basis. I'm about 2 weeks post surgery and going to the bathroom is so damn scary. I'm going to stop there and not go into anymore details. You're welcome.
I spend most of my day laying in bed. I usually will only sit up when I'm eating. It hurts to sit - even in bed. And I can only stand for so long. So laying down it is. I feel pathetic. I know I need to heal but shoooot this sucks. This really really sucks.
Because I'm spending so much time laying in bed and not moving, my back issues from radiation are returning. I did a lot of work last year to help my back feel "normal" again after it was destroyed by radiation. Physical therapy, massage therapy, personal training to build my strength - all of those were needed and all of them helped. But now I feel back at square one. So it's not just pain from the surgery, but my back is a mess on top of it. I'm eager to get back to physical therapy and everything else so that I can feel better again but I'm still waiting for the day I wake up really ready to get to work. This is unlike me. I'm a fighter. I normally push myself harder than I should. And I'm always up for a challenge.
Though I currently feel defeated, I know this hasn't beat me. I'm not down for good. I've just been knocked on my ass and it's taking me extra long to get my footing back. I mean....I'm cancer free. I beat this. Again. I'm 2 for 2, cancer. You shitbag. Bite me.
June 10, 2017
Day after surgery
Cheery little visitor
June 16th, 2017
My little buddy's last day of kindergarten. I was so, so uncomfortable. Fighting to put a smile on my face. I was hiding my catheter in a bag behind him so it wasn't in the picture. This is also the day I got that stupid thing removed. Thank goodness.