I don’t have much energy to write, but I wanted to give you a little post surgery report. Recovery is a little rough. I think I was so focused on the actual surgery that I didn’t give much thought at all to the aftermath. I just wasn’t processing what it would be like. But then how can you ever know what it will be like.
The surgery took about 12 hours on Tuesday. I really don’t remember anything, being taken into the operating room or woken up after it was over. I remember James and my mom standing over the bed and telling me that the initial report on the lymph nodes came back negative — which is incredibly good news. I wasn’t nauseous or sick from the anesthesia, in fact, I think my anesthesiologist is a god. Kind, thoughtful, encouraging from the moment he walked in the room. And considering I was only aware of his presence for about 10 minutes, but he spent the entire day with me monitoring my vital signs and keeping me alive — well, I know now why my surgeons were so happy to get me scheduled with this team.
My sweet nurse friend came right over today, about an hour after I got home, to check my drains and make sure I had the right kind of comfy muumuu to wear. Until the six drains come out, I really can’t have anything around my waist, and I wasn’t prepared for that.
I promise to write more over the weekend, but in the meantime, thank you for all the warm wishes and notes of encouragement.