Emory Midtown

Wednesday started off very early for My Man and I. We were at the hospital by 6am to check in for my surgery. I was told that I would be Dr. P’s first surgery of the day. Well, that wasn’t the case. I was brought into the pre-op room where I took off all my clothes and got dressed in one of those lovely hospital gowns. They also gave me a hat that looked like the top of a blown up container of Jiffy Pop. Once my IV was in they let My Man come back to hang out with me. Then the wait begun. Turns out, I wasn’t the first surgery. I watched the two men who came back with me get taken away for their surgery’s. Finally we were told that it would be at least another hour and a half. I told My Man to go get some breakfast. I watched the busy room and took a nap. I woke up and my Mom and Dad were there. The RN brought over some chairs and the four of us waited. My Man and Dad had their laptops and my mom on her Kindle. I messed around on my phone and ipad.They finally came and got me at 11:30am. They had taken my glasses and put on the Jiffy Pop hat on me and to tell you the truth, I can’t remember much else. I do remember that the surgery room was freezing!

Checked in and now waiting

The next thing I knew I was in recovery. The RN’s who took care of me were great. I was in there for an hour or two (not sure) before a room became available. I had no idea what time it was. I had yet to see My Man. I was told that he couldn’t come back to see me. By the time I got to my room and saw him it was after 6pm. He had been in that waiting room for 12 hours! He said they called him three times and told him that I was asleep/awake and that someone would bring him back. They never came. He told me he was beginning to get worried. My poor guy. He hadn’t eaten anything all day. He didn’t want to leave the waiting room. He said he was the last person in there. I felt so bad for him. 

After I got settled in my room he went out, ate dinner and had some beers. We texted back and forth to each other while he ate. He was telling me about the restaurant and all the people who were in there. Apparently there is a musical based off the movie Ghost and it was playing across the street at the Fox Theater. The bartender had tickets to it and offered them to My Man. By the time he walked back to the hospital and got to my room, he was buzzed and I was high as a kite on pain killers. I am sure the RN’s thought we were crazy. We were on the first floor this time, no Theo this time. My Man did not like the first floor as much as the 7th. I was happy with the RN’s, they weren’t Theo or Tiffany. I didn’t really sleep that night. I laid there zoning in an out of it, pressing my pain medication button.

Dr. P told My Man that the tumor was actually in my right lung and had grown out of it. That is a good thing because it shows that the cancer did not spread outside the lung like we first thought but a bad thing cause it grew out a bit. He was able to get all of the tumor out and took some of the area around it. So the surgery was a success.

We had been told there was a chance I would be able to go home on Thursday but I wasn’t going to get my hopes up. I have learned my lesson. They took my pain med’s button away and due to my low blood pressure I wasn’t allowed any pain killers for about 2 hours. Not pleasant. I have had this issue before so I wasn’t surprised but I did my best not to move around. I was still pretty out of it. Later I got my pills and they took the catheter out. My RN got me up and we went for a walk around the floor. It wore me out. Afterwards I  got comfortable in my chair and tried to stay awake while I watched Boardwalk Empire.

Walked the hall once and now chilling in the chair watching Boardwalk Empire.

Dr. P’s PA, Robert, came in and took my chest tube out. It burned when it came out but it wasn’t too bad. Next came another chest X-ray and it looked good. I was released around 6pm. It was so nice to get home and see The Boy. He has had to go through a lot and I just wanted to be home with him. He gave me a big gentil hug. Love those hugs!

How am I feeling? Well, I am tired. My right side is very sore. I feel a pressure on my chest. I have breathing exercises I have to do to every hour to make sure I don’t get pneumonia and they make me cough (which I am supposed to do) but it hurts! Right now I am sitting up in our chaise lounge since laying down and getting up is very painful. I can’t lift anything more than 5 pounds and they don’t want me driving for two weeks. At this point, I couldn’t drive if I wanted to but I am not sure about two weeks! I have a life!

One of many bruises.

One of the 4 incisions. Chest tube incision is covered by the bandage.

I will go back to see Dr. P in the next two weeks to get my stitches out. Right now we are waiting for the tests to show if the tumor is “dead” or not. Once we know that, then we will go from there. In a perfect world, it is dead and I am done! Thank you all for your prayers and kind words. They really mean a lot me.

I think he is happy I am home.