The drainage is out.
I feel born again. Funny how I got used to the ‘dog lead’ though. This evening
I found myself trying to get up, by looking out for the tube and bottle first. J What a relief, when I
realised I was ‘free’.
What I had not
realised ( I was holding my breath and focusing on a scratch on the wall),
whilst Dr Scholz was removing the drainage, she obviously also removed the
bandage and cleaned the wound. that she did not stick another
plaster back on afterwards.
She showed me a variety of ‘arm exercises’ ( to
help prevent Lymphedema), which I was focusing on. How hard can it be to ‘wave’?
or to ‘lift the arm’? Let alone performing some kind of ‘flamenco wrist movement’
without the music? Well it hurts. I felt silly, sitting in the car on the way
back, ‘waving to no one and everyone’ in a very stilted fashion. God knows what
people must have thought. I imagine they
pitied Geoff, wondering if I had ‘lost the plot’.
What I had not banked on were the staples ( I seems I don’t have external stitches, just internal ones. Ouch!) catching on the side of my bra. In fact, I think I managed to pull a couple out. Great! Don’t need this really.
Dr Scholz appears to have done a great job. She told me that she removed 12 ( now all) Lymphnodes and that only one was cancerous, ie. had a tumor. She told me that I was very very lucky and this was a sign and that I must have chemo. AH, do I detect that Dr Scholz has already spoken to my oncologist, who I am meant to see tomorrow? Interesting how news travels, as I have not seen my oncologist since the last Herceptin session prior to finding out that I had cancer again. I smiled and nodded. I get it, I understand. Of course, it is only logical that the doctor / surgeon / oncologist would suggest chemo.
What I found very interesting was the photos of my cancer. I had asked the surgeon to take a photo for me. Why should I not face the bastard that made my life hell ( for a while)? Weird seeing ‘ a piece of me’ ( although it looks like something left over the end of the day on the butchers counter). I am waiting to be able to pick it up, in case it need it for further testing. Geoff can’t believe that I want to see it, but for me, having felt it for some months, let’s have a good look at it.
Tomorrow is another day, hopefully I will be able to sleep tonight, without the ‘dog lead’ and will wait with anticipation, what my oncologist has to say.
What I had not banked on were the staples ( I seems I don’t have external stitches, just internal ones. Ouch!) catching on the side of my bra. In fact, I think I managed to pull a couple out. Great! Don’t need this really.
Dr Scholz appears to have done a great job. She told me that she removed 12 ( now all) Lymphnodes and that only one was cancerous, ie. had a tumor. She told me that I was very very lucky and this was a sign and that I must have chemo. AH, do I detect that Dr Scholz has already spoken to my oncologist, who I am meant to see tomorrow? Interesting how news travels, as I have not seen my oncologist since the last Herceptin session prior to finding out that I had cancer again. I smiled and nodded. I get it, I understand. Of course, it is only logical that the doctor / surgeon / oncologist would suggest chemo.
What I found very interesting was the photos of my cancer. I had asked the surgeon to take a photo for me. Why should I not face the bastard that made my life hell ( for a while)? Weird seeing ‘ a piece of me’ ( although it looks like something left over the end of the day on the butchers counter). I am waiting to be able to pick it up, in case it need it for further testing. Geoff can’t believe that I want to see it, but for me, having felt it for some months, let’s have a good look at it.
Tomorrow is another day, hopefully I will be able to sleep tonight, without the ‘dog lead’ and will wait with anticipation, what my oncologist has to say.
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