Hi Everyone! GAGWTA!
I know it's been a while. Honestly, I have not read through any of the thread since I last posted. I hope that everyone is healthy and happy and I apologize for not checking in.
An update: I had my exchange surgery on October 1st after postponing it from 9/26. I had a bad feeling about it and felt I needed some more time. I also had a nasty ragweed allergy and did not feel comfortable being "put under." I was afraid. I didn't want to put the surgery off too long, though, as I was not going to change our plans to go to WDW in December AGAIN.
Well, as it turns out, I probably should have stayed with 9/26. The surgery WAS successful in that I felt immediate relief from having the expanders removed and now have a lovely new set of saline foobs. My chest is healing well, and even though the foobs are considerably smaller than what I used to have, I am very happy with them. No bra required. What a nice "perk."
The not so great part about the surgery revolved around my interaction with the anesthesiologist. At my hospital, we walk into the operating room, lie on the table and then the anesthesia is administered (One more "What's your name, date of birth, and why are you here?" Don't know if it is this way it's done in all hospitals now).
My anesthesiologist was quite cold (as in unfriendly and almost, dare I say, Gestapo-like) and did not seem to care that what she was doing to me was causing me great pain and discomfort. She administered the IV in my hand despite me telling her about the difficulties I had with those veins in chemo. I asked her if she could try at or above the wrist (however, I knew she could not put it too high as it would interfere with the surgery). She made a half-a**ed attempt to go slightly higher, but then went right back to the hand (even though she DID have other options, she did not want to be bothered).
She was digging into my hand and vein and stabbing me. She was DETERMINED to get that thing in and it hurt like hell (and this was a puny butterfly needle). All the while she is doing this, I am SCREAMING OUT LOUD in pain. "Oww, you are hurting me, why does this need to be done this way?"
Mind you, my PS, the nurses and several others were IN THE ROOM while this was happening. Finally, a nurse comes over and asks if there is anything she can do to help (not me, but the Dr.), and is told no, everything is ok, as the IV finally went in.
Umm..not a great way to start surgery. I need to be agitated and upset before going under??!!
I then ask the nurse why the IV has to be in my hand, I explain the chemo situation again (you guys remember, I had an allergic reaction to the Taxotere when the nurse put the IV in a vein in my hand that didn't have a good return, because the vein was too thin?). The nurse tells me not to worry, that the IV is good as there is no swelling in my hand and everything is flowing, so we're good to go. "We'll change it later if we need to." HUH?
At this point I'm getting a REALLY bad feeling about this anesthesiologist (aren't you?). I wanted to scream out "remove this woman or I will not have this surgery today," but for some reason I didn't. I should have gone with my gut. Long story short, she puts me out. I wake up in recovery two hours later hacking away and dry heaving, completely nauseated. Funny, I didn't have this type of reaction to the anesthesia after my 6 hour mastectomy surgery...
So I get home that evening and can barely speak. I literally have no voice. By the next afternoon, nothing has changed. I get a call from a hospital nurse (f/u). She hears me struggling to speak and says, "Oh my, it sounds like you have vocal chord damage." HUH??!!!! Uhhh--are you suggesting that this may not clear up in a day or two??!! She suggests that I call the Patient Representative to have her look into what went on during surgery.
All surgical reports say that the surgery was "unremarkable," that the tube used was the smallest there is (#7?), that it went in and out without a problem. My PS backs up the anesthesiologist and does not recall there being any issues or complications during the surgery.
So, it has been 4 weeks since the surgery, and although I am now able to speak above a whisper, I am no where near 100% or even 70%. It's obvious that the tube bruised my vocal chords! No infection or sore throat, just no voice! Thank goodness it did not sever my chords, as I CAN speak. My PS and my onco (who is not affiliated with the hospital) both recommend(ed) that I WAIT to see an ENT as the scope could irritate my throat even more. They also say that this situation is not uncommon and that as long as my voice is improving, it should continue to improve. Why go through an exam only to have the ENT say that it will heal over time?
I am upset with myself for two reasons. I had a funny feeling about having the surgery, based on my concerns about the anesthesia. I had no idea why I was nervous about it. I mean, my mastectomy surgery went well, why worry? This was supposed to be a simple procedure. So I postponed the surgery. But just look how things ended up anyway! Ugh. And why didn't I speak up in the operating room and ask for another anesthesiologist?!
So right now I am frustrated (yet happy with the outcome of the exchange) and slightly depressed. I have been staying away from all message boards as I felt I needed a little break. I know you all understand.
Dawn
