So, my title means I’m a patient day 3 post-operative for an excision of my breast tumour and some lymph nodes in my armpit.
Things haven’t been going too bad at all. I would have written something on D0 if I had got anywhere near my laptop.
It’s probably better I didn’t though as I think I was still high for the first 24 hours after anaesthetic. I doubt I was still high from the drugs (although it’s quite possible), it was more likely a combination of relief, drugs and happiness that the first stage of the journey has been crossed. The days following I had the inevitable come down, the tiredness and the slightly emotional aspect of coming through this stage. (Translation: More tears.)
There are niggling doubts and a bit of realism about it all too. I know that the tumour will be looked at extensively under microscopes as will the lymph nodes they’ve removed, and in a little less than two weeks I will return to find out definitively what I’m up against next. The original plan was radiotherapy, if they find what they expected to find. That could change however if the tumour reveals itself to be bigger or that it has shown spread to the lymph nodes. We can only wait and see.
Pain wise – well I’m coping grand. I’m managing with paracetamol taken regularly about three times a day. The armpit is probably the sorest wound of the two but it’s manageable. I’m being very particular about doing my exercises that I’ve been prescribed to keep full range of movement and try to prevent lymphoedema.
I’m also trying to hold myself back but sometimes I’m doing more than I should and getting told off in the process.
R is working from home the next two days to “keep an eye on me”. She has just told me off for asking if I could even just walk the dogs. (You can go a bit stir crazy)
I do realise now that allowing two 7-10kg dogs haul me down the road might be a little difficult, especially when one of them does their business and I have to hold them with one arm and pick up the business with the other. Compromise – we will both go out later for a walk. 🙂
So all in all I’ve survived.
We keep thinking how crazy the last four weeks have been and how crazy the next four months (and beyond) are likely to get but we are still here, surviving and thriving.