Robyn beat me to this post.
Yes I am home, beaten abused, not even 5 lbs thinner, and sore. I read it would hurt but this is a bigger ouchie than I imagined.
I am getting yelled at right now that I am overdoing it so I can't stay on line long but I will tell you some now.
Went into the ER at 6:30 and sat in waiting for the esteemed reconstructive surgeon who was late. He was the one we had to wait 30 days for because he was busy with the more profitable face and **** lifts to do a Cancer, but he is the best.
Got into surgery at 9 and they had me asleep in seconds. That was the only place I was scared, just as they gave me the meds to fall asleep.
All of my lymph glands were involved so I had a total lymphectomy and total mastectomy. Not good, and the biopsy is not good but hopefully we can fight it with Chemo.
Surgery lasted 5 hours,and I woke in recovery. My O2 Sat rate (oxygen in my blood) was very low so they kept me in recovery overnight. I went to my private room at around noon on Friday with my morphine pump.
The pump was set for 2 Ml per hour and I could get 1.5 ml every 12 minutes if I needed it. I didn't need it much but kept getting yelled at to push it. "That is what it is there for use it" So on Sat. I did. I don't remember much to tell you about Saturday.
They took the morphine away on Sunday and gave me Percocet which made me sleep. I tried to do without it but the pain was intense sometimes. Plus my Dr was yelling at me to walk the halls every hour.
I was suposed to go home on Mon but my O2 sat. rate stayed at 72, way below what it shoud have been, 97. So they did an X-ray thinking I had pnemonia. I didn't have pnemonia, I had a collapsed lung. Well they upped the O2 and gave me Breathing PT (Basicaly walking the halls with someone who keeps talking to you and taking your O2 sat rate every 5 min. Of course I am short of breath, I am walking these halls in a see through jonny coat with a race walker who wants to know my life history.
By Tuesday my O2 sat rate was 94. Enough for the insurance to say "GET OUT" and they have such scary voices.
So home I go at 5 pm, feeling pretty good. I came up to my bedroom and Richie kept telling me to get into bed. I had to uppack, put away my pretty flowers etc. I finally got into bed at around 7. Around 8 I felt cold on my back, but the window was closed. So I felt my back and it was soaked. The drain that they put in my lymph node area was blocked and had leacked all over. Spastic call to the Dr who calmed me down a little and will see me tomorrow. Back into bed for the debate, fell asleep, but I am on percocet, I have an excuse, how many of you can say that?
NOw I am up typing and getting yelled at again. "IF that drain blows again it will be your fault Yada Yada. So I am off to bed. Dr in the am, then again on Fri, then Mon, etc..
Chemo starts next Thursday and Radiation after I am healed a bit.
Can't say the stomach looks good, I cant see it over these 6 drains on me and all the gauze.
Thank you all for the notes and calls and I promise to post more when I am feeling a little better. Peggie