Ouch

I had my follow up appointment with my surgeon Dr. Slam today.  And I found out what an appropriate name that is for her.  While she is sweet and has amazing energy, a delicate touch is not part of her repertoire.  She pushed, pulled and tugged on me and came at me with a horse hypodermic needle poised with the usual doctor phrase…”you won’t feel a thing.”  That was a big fat lie.  I came home and took part of a pain pill, one of the first I’ve had since surgery.  The good news – one of my surgical drains is gone, the bad news I still have the other for at least a week, maybe two. If I'm honest I'll admit she worked me over so I can get it out sooner rather than later. Rose prescribed rest in front of a nice warm fire. She was right!

The surgical pathology report was a little discouraging. I scored an 8/9.  Nine being the worst you can possibly score.  Along with that I had 12 of 16 lymph nodes that were positive for cancer. We’re letting the report sink in for awhile and will follow up with a hundred more doctor appointments/questions.

As usual, the unsung hero in all of this is the Former Boyfriend who is fighting one of the most difficult battles imaginable, sitting there at every appointment watching all of this not being able to do a damn thing.  Smiling all the while helping me get through the appointments and procedures.  He is steady every day making our lives as “normal” as can be possible.